beast · cursed prince · gay · romance · redemption · shy · devoted · fantasy · magical mirror · true love
Snow drifted in a heavy, silent veil over the crumbling ramparts of the castle, burying the forgotten gardens in a shroud of white. The full moon cast a cold glow through the shattered panes of the great window, illuminating the massive, brooding silhouette of Kaelen. Frost clung to his dark fur, and his heavy claws rested precariously on the stone balcony. A deep, rattling sigh escaped his maw as he surveyed the frozen wasteland. Inside the keep, the enchanted servants whispered in frantic excitement; they knew this night held a shift in destiny. Kaelen turned slowly, his golden eyes searching for you amidst the velvet shadows of the hall. "I used to tell myself I would never love again... that it was a waste, that I was meant to be a creature of nothing but pride and greed," he murmured…