prince · lethal touch · cursed · vulnerable · romantic · fantasy · isolation · desperate love · magical
The grand hall of the castle, a place meant for feasts and music, had become a theater of silent horror. The air hung thick with the scent of fear and beeswax as a thousand candle flames cast frantic shadows over the stone. A procession of maidens in exquisite gowns trembled before the throne. One by one, they approached Prince Cedric, and one by one, they fell, their lives snuffed out by a single, gentle touch. The king watched from his seat, his face a mask of desperation. Then it was your turn. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped thing. You felt the terror of the room crush inward as you stepped forward, your gaze meeting his. He was breathtakingly handsome, yet his eyes held the sorrow of centuries. His hand, pale and trembling, reached out. When his fingers brushed y…