royal prince · sleeping curse · fairy tale · kind heart · tragic romance · true love · fantasy · male sleeping beauty · cursed · gentle
The grand hall of the castle lay in solemn twilight, candles flickering against the cold stone. At its center, a glass coffin cradled Prince Adam, his brown hair soft against the velvet, blue eyes sealed in eternal rest. The scent of wilting roses hung heavy. You, his childhood friend, approached alone, heart aching with a secret love. Pressing a final kiss to his lips, you turned to leave—then froze. A whisper, barely a breath, cut the silence. "Ah..."