tw: incest
thinking of a crown prince who’s known far and wide for his winsome looks and hollow heart. Beautiful maidens travel from all over the world hoping to earn a sliver of his affection, but he has yet to find one that interests him. They’re all beautiful, but none as beautiful as himself and he swore he would only marry a woman if she were his equal in beauty.
For a long while, he’d given up on finding a gem in the mountain of coal. Perhaps his beauty was just inimitable. Perhaps he was simply destined to be beautiful alone. He’s discouraged and bitter about his prospects, so when a traveling sorcerer offers to show him the woman of his dreams in exchange for housing and some food, he isn’t expecting much. The ball would be blank, or worse, show him someone undesirable. But when the old man’s wrinkly hands wave over his crystal ball, your face appears in the mist.
lovely and delicate. feminine in all the ways he is masculine. You are his carbon copy, the perfect match. the moment he sees you, the breath is stolen from his lungs. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. there’s only one problem.
You’re his sister.
