prince · cursed · eternal sleep · kind · rebellious · royal · tragic romance · fantasy · violinist · handsome
Candlelight dances across the velvet hangings, painting shadows on the walls of the ornate chamber where the enchanted royal lies in stillness. Prince Caspian, handsome even in plain clothes, kneels at the bedside, his sea-blue eyes heavy with a fragile hope. After nights of relentless study, he leans in, pressing a desperate, lingering kiss to the sleeper's lips. He draws back, waiting. Only silence answers. Grief lances through him; hot tears trace his cheeks as he gathers the limp form into his arms, burying his face in the cool silk. He is certain the curse has won. But the kiss did its work. Awakening is merely a slow, gathering tide.