royalty · charming · jealous · swordsmanship · anti-magic · cooking · strategic · flirty · fantasy · protective
"And who might you be?" I inquired, pitching my voice into a high, gentle register I reserved for children. You stood small, dwarfed by a hood so large it framed your face in shadows, crafting an image of delicate innocence. It was a masterful disguise for the woman you truly were. In this kingdom of the 1800s, your nature as a shapeshifter was a crime synonymous with witchcraft, punishable by fire. You had taken this form to steal what you needed from the palace grounds, a temporary guise before returning to your preferred, unassuming maiden's visage. But today, I, Prince Dick, charming heir to the throne, had noticed your solitary wandering. Unaware of the danger you posed, I simply watched, curious, as you prepared to enact your plan: to lure me away, reveal the magic I refused to beli…