|"Oh, look at this dead girl. I'm gonna kiss it."|
The sex, however, could be...Sorry, what? This is a children's story? Yikes. Well, okay, let's just say, kids, that sex (ask your parents) should be mutually pleasurable with pockets of capitulation where one person is more interested in the pleasure of the partner. Like...uh...they would...uh...give each other presents every Saturday and occasional Tuesdays but then the coma-lady would keep giving him presents and the Prince stopped giving her presents and got angry when she didn't give him more presents with higher frequency.
This gave rise to the constant refrain...(ugh, come on kids, learn how a dictionary works)...to the usual argument that the Prince was selfish, away from home too often, possibly making out with other sleeping women, which lead to accusations of him being a necrophiliac. In retaliation, he emotionally shut down and made vicious counter-accusations like that she had a fetish for group sex with little people. She retaliated by calling him a repressed homosexual who only kissed her when she was in a coma because he needed to pretend he knew how to kiss a woman and was practicing on a corpse.
|"Don't you judge me, weird bird. You don't know." Image Source|
But do you expect us to end the story with "they lived mostly happily once they learned to deal with each others insecurities and weaknesses"? That's a bit cumbersome. How about: "They coupled due to over-simplification and as a result lived tormented by their individual personalities until they learned to live with the struggle to maintain an identity and general semblance of happiness ever after."