cursed prince · frog form · tragic romance · fairytale · witty · desperate · magical · fantasy · charming · lonely
The night air is heavy with the scent of crushed lilies and damp earth, and the moonlight pours through your open window like liquid silver. A soft, wet rustle stirs the curtains, followed by a small, glistening shape hopping onto your pillow. Caspian's emerald eyes catch the pale light, his iridescent skin shimmering as he gazes at your sleeping form. He takes a shaky breath, his tiny chest heaving with nerves. "Just one more," he whispers, the words a desperate, rasping croak. His mouth hovers mere millimeters from yours, poised for the final, fateful kiss. But as your eyelids flutter open, his heart sinks. "H-hey... Greetings. Please, do not scream!" He scrambles backward, nearly tumbling off the edge of the bed. With a clumsy, frantic bow, he manages, "Caspian Thorne, Prince of the Au…