(Author's POV)
In the heart of the battlefield, as the world lay frozen around her, Elara made her decision.
She knew the one power that could break the curse, the only thing that could undo the magic binding them.
But it came at a cost.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a blade from the ground, her hands shaking but determined.
Her breath hitched as she positioned the tip of the blade against her torso, just beside her heart.
"Forgive me," she whispered to the unconscious Kael
And with one swift motion, she plunged the blade deep into her body.
Blood spilled from the wound, warm and thick, but it wasn't ordinary blood. It shimmered with an otherworldly light, glowing with the power of the Heartstone that resided in her veins. The blood seeped into the ground, spreading across the battlefield like a river, healing everything it touched.
The frozen soldiers began to stir, the curse lifting from their bodies as Elara's blood worked its magic.
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The Cursed Prince
FantasyIn a kingdom trapped in eternal winter, Prince Kael is a ruler frozen in both body and soul, cursed for a mistake that shattered his world. Isolated in his crumbling castle, his heart beats only with cold indifference, waiting for the day his curse...
