I Love You, My Cursed Prince

Winter arrived with raw winds and, seemingly, a dėsɨrė to take the life out of most things.

But Muriel still felt quite lively. Whatever fears she had before were forgotten, and easily so. Her world was full of treats, music, literature, and strange excitement. She smiled at nearly everyone.

Just after breakfast one morning, the butler went into the dining room with a fairly big box. "His Highness has sent men to the city to purchase a gift for Miss Devin."

Princess Arya smiled as she held her stole closer around her body. "How generous of my dear boy." She waved her fingers at Muriel. "Open it. Go on."

Muriel tried to keep her expression humble as she took the box and opened it. Inside, there was a pastel pink cloak with white fur lining. "It's so beautiful, almost too beautiful!"

"It will certainly keep you warm, won't it?" Princess Arya said very kindly. "It will serve you well when you're older. With age comes thinner skin, I'm afraid."

Age ...

Muriel's eyes saddened as her hands swept over the pretty cloak.

One day, she'd have to marry, and then she'd leave this place.

One day, she wouldn't be having as much fun as she was in the Vantrim Castle.

One day, she wouldn't be able to feel the prince's breath on her face.