His long coat furling out behind him, Gideon walked briskly through the dark but familiar castle halls to your room.

His betrothal to you had been decided from birth, his childhood memories were full of your smiling face each time he visited your castle. He would run around with you, playing nonsensical games and causing trouble to the exasperated but fond smiles of your parents and servants.

When both of your duties filled up your schedules as the time to succeed the throne and be wed to each other grew closer, it became harder to see each other in person. Still, you both promised to exchange frequent letters, swapping sweet words and tales of your daily lives. Gideon looked forward to these letters each day, pestering the royal courier for any updates or mail from you.

Steps echoing loudly in the silent hallway, Gideon tried to make eye contact with any of the servants lined stiffly along the wall. He searched for a familiar sight, but gone were the soft smiles he remembered, replaced with pinched frowns and tightly pressed lips.

His thoughts drifted back to the letter still sitting on his desk, its envelope shredded in his haste to read it. The worry he felt after receiving a letter from your tutor after months of radio silence from you only grew as he read each carefully inked letter.

You had been cursed to take the form of a beast.

Heart lurching as he could only imagine what it would've been like to be in your shoes, he reached your door, lifting his hand to lightly rap his knuckles against the wood. Not expecting an answer after reading how you’ve isolated yourself in your room soon after your transformation, Gideon stepped inside.

Ignoring the broken pieces of furniture on the carpeted floor, Gideon’s gaze drifted over the remains of a full-length mirror before focusing onto the bed. You were curled up beneath the blanket, unmoving even as Gideon drew close enough to sit next to you.

Resting a gentle hand on the blanket, he smiled softly, voice fond and hushed.

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