She’s chosen the wrong fairy tale somehow, wandering castle hallways that never lead the same way twice. Like a thousand other would-be heroines, trapped for a year and a day inside its somber walls. She knows she’s read this one before, only there’s no enchanted roses and the prince is the one wooing a beast.
She has something he wants, he has nothing she needs. It’s a parody of legend, twisting myth into something darker than it was meant to be. They circle each other through the maze of stone, searching for a happy ending that she’s not sure exists.
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