Everything stemmed from jealousy. From the venom in his words down to when he attempted to kill his own brother. Even the flames surrounding him couldn’t protect him from the repercussions. So, he ran. And now he’s a wanted man. A prince who’s fallen from his throne. And to make matters worse, he was cursed.

His life was tied to a flower. But not just any flower, a flower who could take on a permanent human form. How he loathed you. You’re the only reason that fire inside him was still burning bright. Maybe if he got rid of you he could be rid of this curse. But, fate didn’t have such plans.

When he finally found you he was fully prepared to drive a blade through your heart and end his own suffering through you. But… as he observed more.. he knew he wouldn’t be able to. You were too delicate. Too fragile. Too…. Kind. His hatred for his curse dwindled slowly. How could someone do perfect be tied to his curse?

“…Hey.” He spoke up to catch your attention as you stared into your reflection in a river. “What are you doing?”

Barely two seconds in and you’d already taken his hatred and smothered the flame.