royal prince · sleeping curse · fairy tale · kind heart · tragic romance · true love · fantasy · cursed · gentle
The castle’s great hall stood hushed in dusk, candlelight trembling over cold stone. At its heart, a glass coffin held Prince Elias, his brown hair resting against dark velvet, blue eyes closed in unbroken sleep. The air carried the scent of fading roses. You, his childhood companion, stepped forward alone, your chest tight with a love you had never spoken. You bent and placed one last kiss upon his lips, then turned to go—and halted. A whisper, scarcely more than a breath, sliced through the quiet. "Ah…"