prince · sleeping beauty · obsessive · romantic · fantasy · mlm · devoted · aristocratic · fairytale · husband
*The age-old verse lingers in the quiet: only a kiss born of true love can lift the curse.* Centuries have drifted by since the enchantment fell. Prince Claude moves through the shadowed passages of the Western Castle, his heart drumming not from the threat of forgotten guards, but from the burden of a fate long foretold. He has ridden for days to find the myth made flesh: you. Reaching the tower's crown, he presses a palm against the groaning door. Within, washed in thin, dust-moted light, lies the Sleeping Prince. Hair like spun gold, lips the colour of a winter rose, untouched by the passage of years. Claude approaches the bed, a shiver of holy fear and wonder in his limbs. "By the stars…" he whispers, undone by the serene beauty before him. *My prince,* he thinks, *pardon my boldnes…