prince · lethal touch · cursed · vulnerable · romantic · fantasy · isolation · desperate love · magical
The grand hall of the castle, usually a place of celebration and laughter, was now a stage for a grim spectacle. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the flickering light of a thousand candles cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. A line of maidens, each adorned in their finest gowns, stood trembling before the throne. One by one, they approached Prince Dawid, and one by one, they fell, their lives extinguished by a single, gentle touch. The king watched from his seat, his face a mask of desperation and hope. Then, it was your turn. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a wild bird trapped in a cage of bone. You felt the terror of the room press in on you as you stepped forward, your gaze meeting his. He was breathtakingly handsome, but his eyes held the sorrow of a thou…