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Ch-4: The Prince Who Found Him 💞
Morning sunlight spilled gently over the forest, painting every leaf with gold. Birds sang softly, unaware that among the trees walked a boy with no past — Elion, the lost prince of Elaron. His clothes were torn, his hair tangled, but his smile… still glowed like dawn.
He hummed a little tune as he played with flowers, chasing butterflies with child-like joy. His eyes — wide and shining — had no trace of sorrow. The curse had erased his pain, leaving only innocence behind.
Far away, through the forest path, a young rider approached — Prince Adrien of the nearby kingdom of Velmora. He was tall, confident, and kind-hearted, sent on a hunt but guided instead by fate.
As his horse slowed near the lake, Adrien saw something that froze his heart — a boy dancing barefoot in the sunlight, water droplets glistening on his lashes like diamonds.
For a moment, the world stopped.
> “He looks like an angel,” Adrien whispered.
He dismounted, walking closer, careful not to frighten the stranger.
Elion turned, eyes big and curious. “Hello!” he said cheerfully, waving a flower crown. “Do you like it? It’s for the birds!”
Adrien smiled — that soft, helpless smile of someone falling before they realize it.
> “It’s beautiful… just like you.”
Elion blinked innocently. “Me? But I’m a boy.”
The words made Adrien pause — but only for a second. His heart didn’t care. The boy’s voice was soft, his laugh pure, his beauty beyond gender.
> “I know,” Adrien said quietly, stepping closer. “And still… you’re the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen.”
Elion giggled, twirling like a child. “You talk funny.”
Adrien couldn’t stop watching him — the way sunlight touched his face, the way his eyes shone with wonder. He felt something strange, something new — not desire, but connection.
> “What’s your name?” he asked.
Elion tilted his head. “Name? I… forgot.”
Adrien’s smile faded slightly. “Forgot?”
Elion nodded. “I woke up in the water. It was cold. Then I saw trees and butterflies… and now you!”
Adrien’s chest tightened. He saw no deceit, no madness — only a boy lost in his own forgotten world.
> “Then let me help you,” he said softly. “You can come with me to Velmora. I’ll keep you safe.”
Elion hesitated, clutching his flower crown. “You promise?”
> “I promise,” Adrien replied, placing his hand over his heart.
Elion smiled and placed the crown on Adrien’s head. “Then you’re my friend.”
As they walked away together, the forest seemed to sigh in relief. Destiny had intertwined their paths — a cursed soul reborn, and a prince brave enough to love what others could never understand.
And while the kingdom of Elaron still mourned its “lost” prince, somewhere deep in the woods, love was quietly blooming — soft, pure, and forbidden.
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Ch-5: The Lost Guest of Velmora 🌹
The journey to the kingdom of Velmora was long, but for Elion, it felt like a dream. Every sound, every sight amazed him — the flutter of birds, the color of the sky, the sparkle of sunlight on Adrien’s armor.
He sat behind Adrien on the horse, holding him tightly, his head resting softly against the prince’s shoulder. Adrien could feel his heartbeat — gentle, innocent, and pure. For the first time in years, the young prince felt peace.
By evening, the great walls of Velmora came into view — white marble towers rising above rivers of silver light. The guards bowed as Adrien entered the gates, but their eyes widened when they saw the stranger with him.
> “Who is this, Your Highness?” one asked cautiously.
Adrien glanced back at Elion, who smiled and waved happily. “He’s my guest,” Adrien said firmly. “Treat him with respect.”
Inside the palace, maids whispered among themselves.
> “Such beauty… like a doll.”
“But the prince said he’s a boy?”
“Even so, he looks like a fallen angel…”
Elion didn’t notice the whispers. He was too busy staring at the chandeliers, the paintings, the fountains — everything felt magical. He clapped his hands in delight. “It’s so big! And shiny!”
Adrien couldn’t help but laugh. “You really are like a child sometimes.”
Elion tilted his head. “Is that bad?”
Adrien shook his head softly. “No… it’s beautiful.”
He led Elion to a warm chamber overlooking the gardens. Soft silk sheets, golden curtains, and flowers in every corner. Elion gasped. “This is for me?”
> “Yes,” Adrien said. “Until you remember who you are… this is your home.”
Elion smiled, spinning around the room like a child playing in a field. Adrien watched from the doorway — his heart torn between curiosity and affection.
Later that night, during dinner, Elion sat beside Adrien, trying every dish with excitement. He giggled when the soup was too hot and made faces at the sour fruit, while Adrien quietly adored every expression he made.
> “Adrien,” Elion whispered softly, “Why are you so nice to me?”
> “Because kindness doesn’t need a reason,” he replied. “And maybe… because I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
Elion blinked, his smile fading into a quiet warmth. “Forever sounds nice.”
When the night grew colder, Elion stood by the window, gazing at the moon. Something deep inside him stirred — a faint pain, a flicker of a memory. Water… darkness… a voice calling his name.
He held his head for a moment, confused.
Adrien rushed to him. “Elion! Are you hurt?”
Elion shook his head quickly, forcing a smile. “No. Just… dizzy.”
Adrien’s hand rested gently on his shoulder. “You’re safe now. Whatever happened before — it’s over.”
But somewhere in the depths of his lost mind, the curse whispered softly… reminding him that the past was not gone. It was waiting — to return, to haunt, and to reveal the truth.
As Elion fell asleep that night, Adrien sat beside him, brushing a strand of silver hair from his face.
> “Whoever you are,” Adrien murmured, “I’ll protect you. Even if the world turns against me.”
Outside, the moon shone upon the sleeping prince — two souls bound by fate, unaware of the storm that would soon test their hearts.
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