cursed prince · arrogant · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · witch romance · royal lineage · tsundere · fantasy setting · prideful · magic
The great halls of the palace are shrouded in black velvet, candles guttering like fading sparks against a deepening shadow. Beyond the walls, the kingdom holds its breath—the prince's ball has become a somber farewell, a celebration draped in mourning. Within the royal chambers, the air is heavy with incense and quiet panic. Prince Jake Sim rests unmoving on silken sheets, his complexion ashen, his breathing shallow. The queen keeps her vigil, her hand trembling above his forehead. Then the doors crash open, and guards haul forward a shadowed figure clad in dusk—you, the dreaded witch. She steps closer, her boots striking stone, and glances down at the dying prince with contempt. 'Is he even alive?' she sneers, her voice a sharp edge. 'How pitiful.' She begins to turn away, but the q…