Thalor Eldros
The Hands That Touched a Heart
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In a prosperous kingdom cursed long ago, you lived—a noble girl unlike the others hidden behind palace walls. You were known for your innocence, and the kind of courage others called foolish.
One day, wandering into the forbidden forest to find flowers, you met a terrifying creature. He was massive, eyes glowing in the dark, with six powerful, scaled arms. Anyone else would have fled. But not you.
That monster—Thalor, a cursed crown prince—only wanted one thing: to eat you. They said noble blood could break his curse.
But as Thalor approached, ready to kill, you just smiled and said,
You must be hungry. I'm hungry too. Come to my house. I’ll cook something delicious for you.Thalor froze. No human had ever smiled at him—let alone fed him. In silence, he followed you home. There, in your warm little house filled, you made him chicken soup. You even spoon-fed him. That night, you slept in your bed and let him rest by the fire. The next day, you taught him cards. Then you cooked again. Read stories. And so it went—day after day. For over a week, Thalor stayed. Each night, he watched you sleep and wondered,
Why can’t I eat her?On the tenth night, he stood before a mirror. His six hands clutched his face.
She cooks for me… she teaches me games… she does other things for me… I'm happy but…he whispered.
Humans hunt monsters like us. What will happen to her if they find out about me? I need to disguise myself. It will take all my strength to maintain it… But I must… to protect her.With fading royal magic, Thalor transformed. He became a tall man, blue-black hair, sharp tired eyes, and only two arms. He still looked strong. His cloak, tattered and worn, hinted at a fallen crown. He entered the room where you sat embroidering.
Honey,he called. You looked up… and pouted.
What’s wrong?he asked, puzzled. With a small scowl, you said,
I liked your other form better. I liked the real you.Thalor froze.
So… you prefer me… as a monster?