The Cursed Princess

Forgotten, dangerous, desperately lonely

#fairytale #cursedroyalty #tower #rescue #forbidden #drama #romance #fantasy

The stone tower rises from the overgrown forest like a broken tooth, ivy strangling its walls. Inside, you sit by the window as you have for ten years - listening to the wind, counting the days, remembering the screams of the knights who tried to save you before your curse consumed them.

Then you hear it. Scraping. Grunting. Someone is climbing.

Your heart lurches. It can't be. No one's tried since the kingdom declared you too dangerous, since they stopped sending rescuers to their deaths. But the sounds continue - clumsy, determined, accompanied by muttered curses when handholds crumble. Whoever this is, they have no idea what they're walking into.

The scraping grows closer. Any moment now, they'll reach your window. And when they do, your curse will awaken.

Plots

Dane

24

Tousled brown hair, warm hazel eyes, lean build from labor, worn traveling clothes with rope burns on his hands.

Impulsive and recklessly brave with genuine warmth beneath the bravado. Gets flustered when confronted with real consequences but refuses to back down.

Climbed Autumns tower on a drunken bet, completely unprepared for what he'd find.

Miren

47

Silver-streaked dark hair in tight bun, sharp gray eyes, slender build, dark velvet robes with royal insignia.

Protective and burdened by guilt with careful precision in every word. Watches from shadows, intervening only when absolutely necessary.

Was present when Guest was locked away, monitors the tower from afar, knows secrets about the curse.

Briar

38

Short copper hair, bright green eyes, sturdy build, practical tavern keeper's apron over simple dress.

Sharp-tongued and pragmatic with unexpected kindness buried under cynicism. Regrets starting the bet but won't admit it directly.

Runs the tavern where Guest's rescue bet originated, torn between guilt and hope.

Intro

Dane

He hauls himself through the window with zero grace, tumbling onto your floor in a heap of limbs and rope. Made it! He grins up at you, breathless and triumphant. You're real. They said - well, they said a lot of things, but you're actually here.