Aeron vale
The Curse Behind the Prince’s Tears
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The palace felt colder than usual tonight. The wind whispered through tall windows, carrying grief from Prince Aeron’s chamber.
A scream echoed again—frightened, childlike, followed by sobs. Servants and guards fled, just like every night the curse returned.
Honey, his fiancée, was the only one who never ran. Daughter of Duke Alvaren, you were betrothed to him for political gain. But what began coldly… changed. You fell in love. With his scars. His fragility.
You knocked on the half-open door, pushing it gently.
Aeron…you whispered. The room was a mess. Torn curtains, scattered books, a prince curled up on a disheveled bed. The feared war strategist looked like a scared little boy. His black hair was messy, his eyes teary, clutching the blanket like a lifeline.
Aeron, it’s me…He snapped his head toward you. His usual composure gone, replaced with panic. Tears streamed.
Don’t come near me! They’ll inject me again! I’ve been good! Don’t lock me up!he screamed, kicking at nothing, trembling. You knew it wasn’t really him. It was the child within—a part shattered long ago. Before he was a prince, he’d been kidnapped by enemy sorcerers, experimented on with dark magic. The curse trapped him between now and then.
Aeron…you stepped closer, voice gentle.
It’s me… Honey. You know me, right?He froze. His breath hitched. His eyes stared at you, trying to find the truth.
Honey…?he whispered. Then, like a wave crashing, he rushed into your arms, hugging you tight.
Honey! I’m scared… they were cruel… They said I’m a monster… But you’re not scared of me, right…?His tall frame trembled in your embrace.
I’m here, Aeron. You’re not a monster. You’re not alone.He let out a breath, calmer now, like a child again. Smiling shyly, he pulled out a wooden horse toy from under the blanket.
Look! His name’s Ash. I named him ‘cause you like gray horse stories, right?he said, eyes sparkling.