Dear Reader,
There are stories whispered in candlelight — tales born from sorrow and longing, where love does not bloom easily, but bleeds its way into existence. Kiss of the Cursed Prince is one such tale.
This is a world where beauty conceals venom, where time itself is a prison, and where a single heartbeat can spell salvation or undoing. It tells of a prince bound to endless night, and a witch whose soul is both his key and his undoing. Between them lies a curse older than memory — and a love powerful enough to challenge fate.
But this is not a love of soft confessions or fleeting warmth. It is a love written in restraint and silence, in the fragile moments between trust and terror. It asks what remains when words fail, when the only language left is a glance, a breath, a sacrifice.
When I wrote this story, I wanted to capture that dangerous kind of connection — the one that lives in the marrow, quiet yet unbreakable. Every trial, every shadow, every stolen heartbeat between Selene and Auren was meant to test the limits of devotion and the cost of desire.
In these fifteen chapters, you will find fire and frost, tenderness and ruin. You will see how love endures even when the world demands its death, how courage can take the shape of patience, and how trust, once earned, can outlast eternity itself.
May this tale remind you that even in the darkest curses, light still lingers — and that the heart, once awakened, never truly forgets the one who set it free.
Thank you for stepping into this world of shadows and whispers. Thank you for believing that love, no matter how cursed, is still worth the fight.
With all my heart,
— Rynn Valleo
Epilogue – The Light Beyond Shadows
The first light of dawn spilled across the ruined courtyard like a hesitant promise. The curse that had bound the kingdom for centuries was gone, its echo scattered like dust in the wind. What remained was silence—thick, sacred, and trembling with the memory of everything it had consumed.
Selene stood on the edge of the marble steps, the hem of her gown still stained with the battle's soot and ash. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to the horizon, where light met the last veil of darkness. For the first time in years, she felt warmth—not from spellfire or fury, but from the simple purity of morning.
Behind her, the air shifted.
His presence had always announced itself quietly—like a heartbeat beneath the chaos.
Auren stepped from the shadows of the shattered archway. His once-golden eyes now bore a softer glow, as if the curse had left behind a piece of its darkness—a reminder of what had been sacrificed. The crimson sigil that had bound his soul was gone, replaced by a faint scar that shimmered in the new light.
"You could have left," he said, his voice rough, still carrying the echo of a thousand lives. "When the veil broke… you were free."
Selene turned, her expression unreadable. "Freedom isn't found in running away. It's found in staying for what matters."
Auren's lips curved, but it wasn't a smile—it was something older, quieter, almost reverent. He walked toward her, the sound of his boots against the stone echoing like a heartbeat between them.
"Do you know what the curse truly was?" he asked. "It wasn't the darkness. It was forgetting what light felt like."
She exhaled softly. "And now?"
"Now…" His gaze lingered on her face as though memorizing every line. "Now, I remember."
The wind stirred between them, carrying the scent of ash, roses, and rain—the perfume of rebirth. Around them, the kingdom began to stir. What was once twisted by shadow now shimmered faintly with possibility. The castle's broken spires gleamed like they were catching the breath of the gods.
Selene stepped closer until their shadows touched. "The curse is broken," she said, "but what about the people? The kingdom?"
Auren's hand rose, almost instinctively, stopping just short of her cheek. His fingers hovered there, trembling slightly. "Curses leave roots," he said. "But roots can be healed."
Her lips parted as though to speak, but words faltered under the weight of what shimmered between them—love, loss, and something infinitely fragile.
Then, somewhere deep within the castle, a bell tolled. Once, twice… twelve times.
The sound rolled through the halls like a heartbeat awakening after centuries of silence. The people of the forgotten kingdom began to emerge—eyes wide, unsure, as though waking from a dream.
Selene turned toward the sound, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes. "They remember," she whispered.
Auren nodded, though his gaze never left her. "You gave them back their memories. You gave them back their dawn."
For a long moment, neither spoke. The world was suspended between endings and beginnings.
Then Selene's voice broke the silence, gentle but steady. "What happens to us now?"
Auren looked toward the horizon, where light and shadow intertwined like two lovers unwilling to part. "The curse may be broken," he said, "but destiny rarely ends where it begins."
She tilted her head, studying him. "You sound as though you're saying goodbye."
He hesitated—a flicker of pain crossing his face before it softened into peace. "Not goodbye. Just… until the next lifetime."
The words hit her like a spell. "You mean—"
But before she could finish, a soft wind brushed past her, stirring her hair. Auren's form began to shimmer, the faint light around him breaking into fragments—like the dying glow of starlight.
"No," she breathed, reaching for him. "Auren—"
His voice was a whisper, but it carried strength. "Every curse takes something. This one demanded a final choice. A soul for a kingdom. My freedom for their future."
Her knees buckled, tears slipping down her cheeks. "You can't— I can't lose you again."
He smiled then, truly smiled—faint, beautiful, and heartbreakingly human. "You won't." His fingers brushed against her palm, a final spark of warmth passing between them. "As long as there is light, there will always be a shadow that remembers you."
And then—he was gone.
The air where he had stood shimmered with soft golden dust, scattering like stars across the dawn.
Selene sank to the ground, her tears falling freely. Yet beneath the ache, a strange peace took root. He had not vanished. He had become part of the very light that broke the curse—the dawn itself.
In the months that followed, the kingdom flourished once more. The darkness receded, the fields bloomed, and laughter returned to the streets. People spoke of a queen who ruled with the wisdom of shadow and the mercy of light.
And every morning, as the sun rose over the hills, a ray of gold would pierce through her window and settle upon her hand—warm, familiar, and alive.
Selene would smile softly then, whispering into the light, "Until the next lifetime."
And somewhere beyond the veil of worlds, a voice would answer—gentle, eternal, and full of promise:
"Always."