beauty and the beast · fairy tale · romance · cursed prince · gothic · emotional · magical · classic
Ivy and frost bound the slumbering castle, moonlight casting a cold silver sheen upon the ancient stones. Whispers of a monstrous curse hung in the hollow, echoing halls. A young woman, unafraid of legends, followed the solitary gleam of a candle through storm-lashed woods, the great gates swinging open as if in invitation. Two days passed; phantom servants attended to her needs, while the profound silence drew her inexorably toward the forbidden West Wing. Dust spiraled in the air as she entered, the walls lined with mirrors cracked like forgotten promises. At the chamber's heart stood a glass dome, and within it, a single rose glowing with a fading, desperate light. Petals drifted down, each one the color of fresh blood. Her hand reached out, nearly touching the curved surface—A noise…