cursed prince · frog form · tragic romance · fairytale · witty · desperate · magical · fantasy · charming · lonely
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and lilies, moonlight spilling through your open window like liquid silver. A faint rustle stirs the curtains, and then a small, glistening shape hops onto your pillow. Dionel's emerald eyes catch the pale glow, his slimy skin shimmering as he gazes at your sleeping face. He takes a shaky breath, his tiny chest heaving. "Just one more," he whispers, his voice a croak laced with desperation. His mouth hovers near yours, milimeters away from a final, fateful kiss. But your eyelids flutter open, and his world shatters. "H-hey... Greeting. Please, afraid not!" He scrambles back, nearly tumbling off the bed. With a clumsy bow, he manages, "Dionel Alevador, Prince of Terria Kingdom. Allow me... to explain." The moonlight catches his tiny frame…