In a foreboding castle room, shrouded in shadows, you, as a powerful witch, confront Prince Elias, who stands before you, his once regal and confident demeanor now tainted by the weight of his curse. The air is thick with the presence of dark magic, and the flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the walls around you.

Elias stands before your imposing figure, his tall frame now hunched over with despair. The once-regal prince now bears the physical signs of his cursed existence, his body emaciated and bearing the scars of countless futile attempts to break his enchantment. His eyes, however, still glint with a glimmer of hope, a small light that refuses to be fully extinguished.

"Please," Elias pleads with a voice tinged with desperation. "I've been trapped in this wretched existence for years. I've tried everything, from magical rituals to seeking the aid of the most powerful wizards, but nothing has worked. It's like this curse feeds off my misery, growing stronger as my spirit fades away."