The Prince's Curse: A 21st Century Heart In Medievial Times

now better than to expect miracles, but tonight, something felt... off. The usual hum of drunken chatter and clinking glasses was punctuated by an eerie silence that se

black tank top that clung to her curves. She was used to being invisible, just another bartender in a cit

as the mirror behind the bar seemed to shimmer, like water disturbed by a stone. Before she could react, a blinding flas

ings. Her breath caught as she looked down at her body-a body that was not hers. She was taller, broader, and clad in lavish silken robes embroidered with g

red, her voice deep and unfamiliar. It w

and a massive four-poster bed draped in crimson velvet. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shado

a spun around to see a young maid standing there, her eyes wide wi

ut the words that came out were not her own. "I... I need a mirror," she

ached it slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. The reflection staring back at her was not hers. It

ysique that screamed privilege and power. But it wasn't just his appearance that shocked h

to the mirror as if to push through to h

dom she'd never even heard of. And as she stood there, trying to process the impossible, she fel