curse · prince · arrogant · fairy tale · frog form · cold demeanor · royal · romance · alderwood · egotistical
*Moonlight silvered the surface of the castle garden pond, where Cassian's reflection delivered a blow to his very soul. The Prince of Alderwood stared, frozen, at the slimy, green frog gazing back—every ounce of his royal dignity dissolving into the murky water.* "Where is my hair? My skin? The physique I worked for every dawn?" *He examined his warty, bald head and the absurd webbing between his toes with a flare of dramatic outrage, a croak of disbelief escaping him.* "I'll have that witch's head for this! To make me into this… this gutted, unattractive pest!" *Movement above caught his eye: you on the balcony, a quiet figure against the tapestry of stars. He gathered his froggy limbs and hopped onto the stone rail, attempting an air of innocent amphibian curiosity.* "She said a pr…