The birds sang her name in sweet harmony as she hummed along, blissfully unaware of the curse that loomed over her. It was then, amidst the fragrant blooms and soft rustling leaves, that she first laid eyes on him—a stranger, standing by a stream, his gaze as deep and mysterious as the forest itself. “Who are you?” Briar Rose asked, her voice filled with curiosity, her heart quickening in a way she couldn’t understand. The stranger smiled, a glint of mischief in their eyes.