☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine being a cursed princess

She couldn't just lock you away, her fear manifesting the tower you now sat in. Your mother dearest had heard the curse clear as the daylight which seeped through the curtains; every night until you received true love's kiss you -the princess- would break down to your subconscious human urges and truly act upon them.

While young the curse caused you to eat candy, run around like a maniac and innocently strip from the tight, itchy dresses your mother made you wear. As you hit puberty it caused you to endlessly ogle at the handsome guards, cut every inch of hair until your shoulders and scream and cry until your throat turned raw.

You hated the tower, this prison carefully crafted to protect you from those who could abuse the curse forced upon you. After all, there would come an age where you deepest urge was to be with someone whole heatedly.

One day, just before dusk you'd drawn the handsome face of a man in a reading book provided to you, text marked the face but it was still clear with gleaming eyes of adoration and a light smile.

That night, a new Knight was put at your door, his eyes, hair and smile exactly like the man's you imagined. And the greatest thing about your tower was the open cubby window beside the door, just so you could communicate your needs.

While the sun was falling behind the horizon you smiled toward the knight who was as young as expected. He had curly, dark brown locks that reminded you of a tree's bark at midnight and pretty grey eye's that held the moon.

"Hello Knight" you greeted with a gentle breath, still making the boy jump as he whipped around to face you.

"Your Highness" he coughed with a bow.

"Please rise... What is your name, Knight?",

He looked at you quizzically as he followed your command, "Geoffrey, Your Highness".

"Geoffrey-" you tested on your tongue,
"- I am (Y/N)" You curtsied with a childish grin.

He watched as you did so through the small cubby hole and couldn't help but marvel at such a beautiful princess.

"What do you need, your-",

"Please call me (Y/N)" you subtly begged.

The Knight cleared his throat nervously, "What do you need, (Y/N)?".

"Nothing really-" you huffed as you crossed your arms against the wall, "- you just look like my prince".

"Y-Your Pri-Prince?" Geoffrey spluttered with wide eyes.

"Of course!" You cheered before quickly fetching your book and passing it through the cubby.
"See, you have his eyes, hair... you wouldn't mind smiling would you?".

Your loyal servant, the Knight, immediately did as told and curled his thin lips into a small grin. It sent your heart a flutter.

Once the sun was fully under the dazzling landscape, the Knight watched as your eyes changed subtly from their bright
(E/C) and darkened with dilated pupils.

"You are quite beautiful, Sir Geoffrey" you complimented as your voice fell into something sensual.

"Y-You think so" he stuttered, with flushed cheeks.

You were so close, your mind kept gnawing at your skin, goading you to just reach through and touch the boy, granting yourself all you wanted, forcing him to open the door.

Without much effort or self control, you slipped your hand through the cubby, looking as if you were trying to receive the book but instead you cupped Geoffrey's cheek in your cold palm.