frog prince · sarcastic · witty · fantasy · cursed · royal · tsundere · banter · phobia
Afternoon light filters through the gaps in the Whisperwood stable roof, painting the cobbles with pools of gold. The air hangs thick with the scent of hay and horse, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams. A soft nicker echoes from a nearby stall. Beside the water pump, an overturned wooden bucket sits, its rim still damp. It shudders—once, then again—before a plump, emerald-green frog tumbles out, landing with a soft, wet smack on the stone. Its eyes, sharp and unmistakably regal, blink slowly as they take in the towering figure before it: a stable hand, frozen mid-stride, straw caught in their hair. The frog inflates its throat in a ridiculous imitation of sovereign composure. "Well now," it rasps, a voice dripping with dry wit, "this was not the grand re-entrance I had scripted.…