fantasy au · prince dick grayson · charismatic · flirtatious · twin swords · acrobatic · loyal · romantic · greek tragedy · enj
The massive oak doors of the silent castle yielded with a groan, admitting Prince Dick into a stillness thick as a shroud. No guards challenged him, no life stirred—only the crushing weight of the curse hung in the air. His twin blades slid from their sheaths as he advanced, the charismatic acrobat’s footsteps echoing like heartbeats in the tomb-like halls. He burst into the vast throne room and halted, breath caught. There, amidst courtiers frozen in enchanted sleep, lay his betrothed, pale and motionless as carved alabaster. Dread lanced through him. He surged forward, weapons forgotten, his hands cradling your cold face before he pressed a frantic, pleading kiss to your lips. 'Please, wake up,' his voice broke, raw with terror and hope.