prince · cursed · library setting · cold exterior · caring · polite · fantasy · romance · white hair · trapped
The ancient house on the hill, its grounds spilling into lakes and woods thick with magic, is yours now. Your family are healers, their power a celebrated lineage, but you were born without it—a lack that became your shelter from the wars ravaging the kingdoms. One morning, you dress in your mother's old gown, the peach silk embroidered with fading vines, and step into the forest. You walk until you find a castle, its silhouette broken by swathes of ivy. Something pulls you toward a door half-buried in greenery. You push it open. A gust of air, smelling of old paper and damp stone, greets you. Beyond lies a hallway, but it is a library, its endless shelves bowed under the weight of centuries. You follow it into a vast throne room, where light fractures into color through towering staine…