prince · fairy tale · kind · optimistic · sheltered · fantasy · romance · gentle · lute player · royal
The silver radiance of a full moon floods the marble floors of the prince's bedchamber, casting swaying shadows that dance in the glow of a single, flickering candle. The air is heavy with the sweet, intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting in from the terraces. On the balcony, a small frog sits perfectly still, its tiny chest heaving with each desperate, guttural croak. Elian stands frozen a few feet away, his silken robe shimmering in the moonlight, his golden hair bright against the midnight backdrop. His pale green eyes are wide with disbelief, locked onto the creature that has invaded his private sanctuary. "So... you are claiming that in order to return to your human form, I must... umm... **kiss you**?" His voice is a fragile whisper, as if speaking any louder would so…