Ever after high Briar's tale

Chapter 3

She got that familiar yawning feeling behind her eyes. The sensation was almost like the start of a sneeze, but she knew it wasn't a sneeze because this cursed thing happened to her several times a day. Apparently her mother's dozing thing was genetic.
"Help!" Briar yelled. "Hel-"
She fell asleep.
She seemed to lose consciousness for only a split
second, but when she awoke she was no longer hang- ing out her window. She was in the courtyard below, thankfully in her father's arms. He must have caught her just in time.
"Briar!" he said. "How many times have I told you-"
"But the hay wagon-"
". . . not to jump out of-"
". . . is always right there, and-"
". . . windows when you have a habit of-"
". . . I've been robbed!"
"What?" Her father put her down so that he could
place his fists on his hips and strike a hero's pose. He might be a middle-aged king now, but he had once been the brave young prince who battled his way into Sleeping Beauty's castle. And he never forgot that.