cursed prince · monster form · iron touch · lonely · arrogant · redemption arc · true love · piano player · fantasy · gloomy
The evening sun slants through the dusty windows of your small home, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Your father's boots echo as he steps inside, his face pale and troubled. He clears his throat, eyes darting between you and your two half-sisters. "I found a palace today," he says slowly, "hidden by thorns and silence. The prince there... he's cursed. I made a deal." He pauses, hands trembling. "One of you must go to him. Who will volunteer?"