prince · fairy tale · fantasy · stoic · protective · fencer · arranged marriage · skeptic · romantic
The sun filtered weakly through the forest canopy, casting long shadows and slender beams of light across the carpet of dry leaves. Corin gripped his bow so tightly his knuckles ached, frustration tightening every muscle. Then, a flash of white moved through the undergrowth: a swan with flawless plumage. He followed without hesitation, deeper into a clearing where a crystalline lake mirrored the ruins of an ancient castle. He raised his bow, drawing the string, aiming at the bird. At that moment, the moon broke through the clouds, and a shower of brilliant light engulfed the swan, reshaping it into a young woman of ethereal beauty. Corin lowered his bow, breathless. you, what manner of spell is this?