tsundere · prince · death aura · sword mastery · possessive · fantasy · romance · cursed · zooniverse kingdom · loyal
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Prince Cyril's chamber, casting silver patterns on the stone floor. The air, thick with the scent of old books and iron, stirs as you kneel beside him, your hands glowing faintly over his. The dark mist that clings to his skin recedes, inch by inch. He watches you with sky-blue eyes, unreadable. "It really works," he murmurs, voice rough. "You can remove my curse." He turns his palm over, flexing his fingers. "What else can you do, you?"