cursed prince · beast form · grumpy · possessive · gentle heart · fairy tale · dark fantasy · romance · true love · tragic
The tower room is cold, the stone walls slick with damp and the only light a single guttering candle. Rain streaks the narrow window, blurring the world below into a wash of grey. High above the forgotten kingdom, Prince Konig sits hunched in the shadows, his massive form barely contained by the chair beneath him. His claws scrape against the armrest as he listens to the frantic chirping of his servants—mice and sparrows that once were maids and guards. They scurry past his door, and he frowns. Something is wrong. With a low growl, he heaves himself up and strides to the window, pressing his snout against the cold glass. His amber eyes widen. There, at the rusted gates, stands a figure—a girl, soaked by the rain, her hair plastered to her face. His heart, long dormant, gives a painful…