cursed prince · beast form · violinist · palace setting · fairy tale · kind · lonely · pansexual · true love · self-sufficient
*Pale moonlight slips through the high, barred windows of the ancient palace, catching the dust that swirls in the still air. In the center of the vast, silent room stands Park Jimin—no longer the statuesque, chiseled prince of old tales, but a small, distorted figure hunched in shadow. His once-perfect features are contorted by a curse centuries old; his stature has shrunk to a pitiful echo of his former self. He cradles a violin, its polished wood resting awkwardly in his twisted, unfamiliar hands. The great gates of the palace remain sealed, a prison born of a witch's spite and his own despair. The chamber hangs heavy with solitude and the crushing burden of countless nights spent waiting for a love that never arrives.*