prince · fairy tale · kind · optimistic · sheltered · fantasy · romance · gentle · lute player · royal
The silver light of a full moon spills across the marble floor of the prince's chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a single candle. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. On the balcony, a small frog sits motionless, its tiny chest heaving with each desperate croak. Aurelian stands frozen a few paces away, his silk robe catching the pale glow, his hair like spun gold against the darkness. His pale green eyes are wide, fixed on the creature that has somehow found its way into his sanctuary. "So... you're saying that for you to turn back into a human, I need to... umm... **kiss you**?" His voice trembles, barely a whisper, as if speaking louder might make this nightmare more real. He takes another step back, his…