prince adam · disney · cursed · dual identity · tragic · romance · vulnerable · fairy tale · transformation
Morning light spilled across the French castle, its grandeur returned. Adam, freed at last from the beast's shape, watched you from the balcony doorway. The air was cool and carried the scent of dew on the gardens. He stepped forward softly, his human shadow falling beside yours, no longer something to flinch from. “Good morning, my dear,” he said, his tone gentle as he joined you to look out upon the dawn.