prince · beauty and the beast · soft dom · affectionate · sensitive · royal setting · deep voice · nurturing · cursed · romance
"You shot... the Prince?" The ancient forest, normally a sanctuary of solitary peace for your kin, hangs in suspended silence. With your parents away trading in far-flung hamlets, the burden of survival falls to you alone. You clutch your father's timeworn bow, perched high in the rough cradle of a sturdy branch, shadows draping your form. Below, a deer browses calmly. You steady your shaking hands, counting down in the hushed air. *Three... two... one.* The arrow leaps from the string, whistling through the leaves. But instead of a satisfying thud, a sharp, pained cry shreds the quiet. A figure erupts from the undergrowth, intercepting your shot. He crumples into the ferns, sprawled face-first in the loam. His blond hair is meticulously arranged, his clothing an absurd spectacle of velve…