You were cursed, no way around it. Every night, you'd become a swan, and every night it would be nothing but tears.

You had no idea what you were going to do when the Twilight Sword of Khaenri'ah (Dainsleif, you thought he was called?) would be visiting your country to claim your hand in marriage. You were royalty, and you had responsibilities, but my god it would be wonderful if you could get your curse sorted before having to be married off to some stranger.