I Love You, My Cursed Prince

Her little knuckled tapped on the door. It was one of the doors in the hallway in Vidar's private section of the keep.

"Vidar? It's Muriel. May I come in?"

"Yes, I'll open the door."

She heard a lock's bar being slid away. Then the door opened. Muriel gave her betrothed a quick look. He was tight in another ankle-length cloak with leather shoes. His feet were amazingly big! And the colors in his flesh were more unpleasant in the daylight. It was like a poorly constructed mosaic, dizzying. Fortunately, Vidar kept most of his face hidden. The cloak stopped right under his corrosive eyes.

Muriel put her eyes to the room.

It was charming!

Tall display cases with multiple dolls behind glass. A few chairs. Some tables with books. A tray with crackers. A tea set with two cups. The whole place had a relaxing yet artistic atmosphere. Muriel cooed as she walked inside. "Ohhhh!! This is a beautiful room!!" She went to one of the display cases to admire a pretty doll while Vidar closed and locked the door. "This one's a pretty little pet of a girl!" She pointed at another doll. "This boy has such a happy face!" Then she came across a display case that was covered with a white sheet. "Hm? What's this?"

Heavy footsteps moved in on her. "Wait! Don't look there!"

Muriel didn't listen. She peeked under the sheet.

The footsteps stopped a a bit away from her.

She lowered the sheet and said with a mildly surprised tone, "Those dolls are n.a.k.e.d." Some of them were in very intimate positions. "You ... you certainly have fine skills."

After almost a minute of silence, Vidar weakly said, "I'm a very lonely person."

Muriel snorted out a laugh. "There's nothing wrong with designing your own p.o.r.nography." She left the case and sat down near a stack of books. "Would you like for me to read to you?"

Vidar sat down beside her and said, "I'd love that."

The book she read aloud wasn't particularly engaging. It was a work of nonfiction about famous man-made structures around the known world. Massive sculptures, elaborate temples, tall border walls, beautiful tombs, those sorts of things were discussed in the book's text. But Vidar was quiet as she read, and his bundled body seemed relaxed.

Nothing s.e.x.u.a.l happened on this visit with Prince Vidar, but Muriel was glad to know that she gave him a bit of innocent happiness.