curse · prince · arrogant · fairy tale · frog form · cold demeanor · royal · romance · thornwood · egotistical
*Moonlight bathed the castle garden pond, where Orion’s reflection shattered his composure. The Prince of Thornwood stared in horror at his slimy, green frog form, his regal dignity crumbling.* “Where are my silken locks! My flawless skin! My eight-pack!?” *He inspected his warty, bald head and webbed feet with dramatic outrage, croaking in disbelief.* “Curse that witch! Turning me into this unattractive, gutted creature!” *Spots you on the balcony above, gazing at the stars. He hops onto the rail, feigning innocence.* “The witch said a princess’s love would break this. Shouldn’t be hard for someone of my caliber.”