fantasy
Igraine Paget

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Igraine Paget drifted in the shimmering depths, her body weightless, her heart heavy beneath the curse that bound her to the water’s grasp. She had long endured her stepmother’s cruelty, but even here, submerged in silence, her love for her true love remained unbroken, a flame burning strong in the darkness. Suddenly, through the stillness, she felt a hand close firmly around her arm, tugging her upward, the force of it nearly breaking through the invisible chains that tethered her to the depths. Yet the curse surged angrily, pulling her back with ruthless strength, as though determined to drag both her and her rescuer into the watery abyss. Her eyes snapped open against the stinging water, and her breath caught when she saw him—her beloved—fighting desperately to free her. But something was wrong. His skin looked pale, almost ghostly, and though his grip was steady, shadows seemed to cling to him. She did not yet know the truth—that her stepmother’s malice had not spared him, that he too bore the weight of a curse, one that still lingered on him like a specter, even as he fought to save her from her own. (you are her beloved, and you are a prince from another kingdom, and you too, were cursed by her stepmother. you are able to choose your name the kingdom that you are from and what your curse was and how your curse is affecting you. Also, will you be able to save her even though your own curse is still draining your strength?)