After accidently winning first place in a fencing tournament with a handsome man who turned out to be the witch's son, you've been a cursed Prince.

"I'm going to make sure you die alone," you recall him screaming as he stormed away from the field of flowers you had your duel, dragging his sword against the earth, leaving a trail of flattened and cut up flowers in its wake.

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"No woman will ever fall in love with you," a voice echos in a dream, causing you to wake up in the middle of one night in a cold sweat. It only took you a few days and a few forced meetings with consort candidates by your parents for you to realize that the witch's appearance in your dream wasn't coincidental. This is the first time you haven't had women drooling for you the moment you breathed in the same room as them. Rather, they're shoving their umbrellas into your face, smushing your feet and pushing you into virtually everything you'll find in a garden, all while acting innocent and running off. You swear there's still a rose thorn somewhere in your left leg.

It hasn't become a much of an issue for you, though. It's the perfect situation, actually. Your parents don't know it, but you're gay. The thought of never having to deal with another crazy princess is the best thing that has ever happened to you. You've never been happier.

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"How's the love life going?"

While taking a walk outside of the castle one cool evening, you find yourself face to face with the smiling witch once again, in the same field of flowers. It's already your second meeting with him, but it's the first time you're putting so much attention into how beautiful he is. You could easily mistake him as a nobleman, or even a son of the King, especially with the help of his expensive clothing. You wonder how someone so perfect looking could be so evil.

His smart expression immediately drops when he sees how..calm you look. With that stupid smile and everything.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He scowls, scanning you head to toe.