Bound To The Cursed Prince

I tiptoed to the palace gate, kia at my back, ad my grandma distracting the guards.

I slipped out of the entrance with kia and we ran like bonkers.

You're probably confused about what is happening.

Earlier my grandmother gave me the address of the ruins and helped me with escaping the palace with kia, in order to awaken Daemon. She told me to bring him to the palace, that by then she would've talked to my parents.

We ran into the wilderness,I checked the necklace and it dragged me towards the left.

Kia and I continued on our journey. I guess we could've felt one another's fear, we were breathing so rapidly.

After a while, we reached a gate. It looked so old and the building there looked haunted.

Kia was so reluctant to go,I dragged her and she willing entered .

I opened the door and there was nothing only one room that had no furniture, but a large stone.

We walked closer to it. There was a carving on it.

Beneath it I saw a writing"a drop of the princess blood awakens the Cursed prince".

Kia quickly removed the pin holding her hair up to pierce my skin. I placed my finger above the stone and my blood dropped.

Then it happened like an earthquake, the ground started to shake.After five minutes of shaking the wall in front of us splitted into two just like my grandma told me.

Then I saw a room. I told kia to wait outside. I didn't want to put her life in danger.

I saw a manly figure,lying lifeless on the bed.

I walked towards him , did what mu grandma did. I called out his name"Daemon".

He shot his eyes open, stood up and walked towards me.

I couldn't stop looking at him.

He stood like a shadow given shape , tall, silent, and too still for anything human.

His hair, black as midnight rain, fell just past his jaw, tousled by an unseen wind that never touched the rest of the world. It curled slightly at the ends, soft-looking, yet wild. like something untamed that refused to be chained.

But it was his eyes that held her.

Not gray. Not white.

Silver.

Bright, burning silver , like polished moonstone lit from within. They didn't just shine; they pierced. Looking into them felt like standing on the edge of a blade , beautiful, dangerous, and utterly inescapable. Eyes that seemed to see through time, through lies, through her.

His features were cut with cruel elegance ,high cheekbones, a strong jaw, lips always caught between silence and something unsaid. His skin, pale as starlight, glowed faintly beneath the surface, as if something inside him , a fire, a curse, a soul , burned just out of sight.

He wore no crown. No armor.

Only a dark, threadbare cloak that trailed behind him like smoke ,stitched with runes that shifted when you looked too long.

Even still, he carried the weight of a king.

A fallen one. A forgotten one.

Or perhaps… one still waiting to rise.

I blinked and saw him on my shoulder.

He fainted .

I panicked.

A Cursed prince fainted on my shoulders.

I called kia and we both carried him to the palace.

On reaching the palace I saw my grandmother, my mom and ,my dad. My mom looked so plain I couldn't depict her emotion.

I looked at my grandmother to confirm and she gave me a reassuring look.

The guards helped us and we carried him to a chamber the maids prepared for him.

I laid him on the bed, thanked kia and closed the door behind her.

I was alone with a Cursed prince.

It all still looked wierd to me.

I couldn't stop looking at him. I was admiring his handsome masculine face.

After some minutes of admiring him, I stood up to leave his chamber. And I felt something stop me.

His hand were on my wrist . Then he spoke"Emilia,don't leave".

His voice didn't match the legends.

It wasn't cold, or cruel, or thunderous like some cursed beast in a forgotten tale.

It was quiet, low and smooth, like embers still glowing beneath ash. A voice that didn't need to raise itself to be heard, because it knew how to fill a room with silence alone.

There was a soft edge to it, the kind that made you listen, not out of fear, but because something about it felt safe, like being wrapped in a heavy cloak during a storm.

And beneath that softness was something deeper , an ache, maybe.

Like he'd spent too many years speaking only to himself.

When he said my name,I swore the sound settled just beneath my ribs, not burning, but warm.

Like home. I had butterflies in my stomach

I can't believe I had butterflies for someone I didn't really know.

BUT I STILL HAD TO CHOOSE