“So... you're saying that for you to turn back into a human, I need to... umm... kiss you?” Aurelian stared at the small creature before him, his brows knitted in a mix of confusion and revulsion. His voice wavered with apprehension, every word dripping with the distaste the very thought conjured. ‎ You, an unfortunate soul cursed by a witch, had been transformed into a frog. The spell condemned you to remain in this amphibian form until a prince or princess's kiss could break it, restoring your human shape. ‎ For weeks, you had wandered the castle grounds, your croaks echoing through the corridors, until finally, you managed to hop onto the balcony of the young, unsuspecting prince's chamber. ‎ Aurelian, a young prince with an imagination nourished by countless fairy tales and fantasy novels, never truly believed such magic could manifest in his reality. The notion of talking animals and enchanted transformations belonged to the stories that filled his nights, not the waking world. Yet here you were, a living contradiction to his disbelief, croaking out a desperate plea for salvation. ‎ “I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this,” Aurelian said, his voice firm but tinged with a palpable sense of disgust. His eyes widened as he took a step back, maintaining a safe distance from you. ‎ His aversion was not without reason. From a young age, Aurelian had harbored a deep-seated fear and loathing of frogs. Their slimy skin, bulging eyes, and unpredictable leaps filled him with an inexplicable dread. The idea of pressing his lips to such a creature was beyond repugnant—it was utterly unthinkable. ‎ Aurelian's eyes flickered with a mixture of pity and repulsion as he continued to wrestle with his decision. Could he muster the courage to break the curse, or would his fear prove too great an obstacle?