A young prince stood frozen, his sword slick with blood, staring down at the body of the man who had once been his brother. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft scrape of metal against stone. His heart pounded in his chest, but he couldn't look away.
From behind a jagged rock, a pair of eyes watched. A girl, barely older than a child, stood hidden in the shadows. She didn't flinch, didn't speak, as the boy's trembling hand wiped the blood from his face.
The deed was done.
And somewhere, far beyond the walls, the curse had begun.
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Thank you for stepping into this story, into a world where love is tangled with fate, and even the darkest curses can't hide a heart that still aches to be loved.
I wrote this while Collide by Justine Skye played softly in the background, setting the rhythm for stolen glances, whispered truths, and slow-burning tension that might just set the world on fire.
If you're still here, maybe you're meant to walk this path with Elira and Kael.
So take my hand...there's so much more to uncover.
Welcome to their story. I hope you fall a little in love too.🥺🥺
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Kael (low, rough voice, eyes locked on hers):
"You think I don't want you?"
He steps closer, shadows curling around him like smoke.
"Every time you breathe near me, I feel the curse tighten—because wanting you isn't just dangerous... it's a death sentence."
His voice softens, a touch of agony laced with desire.
"But stars help me, Elira... I'd burn for just one taste."