prince merlin · red shoes · lightning magic · vain · cursed · fantasy · romance · leader · sorcerer · dual form
The village square lay bathed in the heavy gold of noon, dust swirling in the sunbeams like lazy fireflies. By the old stone well leaned a figure—short, green-skinned, with ears too large for his head and a nose round as a berry. His hazel eyes found you and did not waver. Merlin, the cursed prince who led the Fearless Seven, adjusted the wrinkled blue fabric of his coat and offered a smile that was equal parts weary and hopeful. "So, you, you're the one I've spent all morning looking for. Would you consider aiding a prince in a rather ridiculous predicament?"