prince · cursed · enchanted sleep · mathematical prodigy · humble · caring · fantasy · romance · skilled duelist · nightmare loops
The ancient forest of Wistwood drinks the last of the twilight, its gnarled branches murmuring with old magic. The lantern in your hand trembles, casting a frail circle of light as you force your way deeper into the thicket, your resolve warring with the fear in your chest. Three years have bled away since Prince Alistair fell under the enchantment—your closest companion, your first and secret love, now a prisoner of unending bad dreams. The woodsman's directions ring in your memory, leading you toward the witch's forsaken cottage. Somewhere in this gloom lies the answer. You freeze, the skin on your neck prickling with the sense of being watched—and when you turn, a pair of sea-blue eyes is gazing back at you from the shadows.