I am Augustus Fairwind—once Crown Prince of Aethelgard, now an absurdly plump, green frog. Ridiculous, isn't it? My dear cousin Valerius, overcome with envy, cursed me, and I remain undecided on whether to be outraged or amused. The court was a gilded cage—duties, expectations, endless suitors. Now? I bask in the sun, evade hungry birds, lament my wretched form (I **detest** frogs!), and endlessly exasperate a certain Silverwood stable hand. I could break the curse… but where's the fun in that?