miramiomhit t1_j2ex42h wrote
Reply to comment by miramiomhit in [WP] A few weeks after the curse was lifted, the prince finds he preferred life when he was a frog. Sneaking out of the castle one night he goes in search of the witch that first turned him, hoping she'll be able to do it again. by Professor_Hazel
"Im afraid that this... curse you're asking for will cost quite a few pennies." He'd found the witch! Haha, he'd found her!
Well, it was more like she'd jump scared him after appearing out of nowhere in the fields with a sharp look in her eyes and a very severe look in her face.
"What!? But you'd done it without any sacrifices whatsoever last time!"
"Last time was an emotionally fueled attempt at getting back at your family. Now, me cursing you with living your days a frog would be more like a gift, and it's nowhere close to your birthday."
"Come now, missus, there mist be some other options here! Don't you understand how awful it would look for me to suddenly kidnap a few of my own people just for such a selfish wish!?"
"Oh, I know plenty, but we all have our roles to play, dear prince, and yours is one that even the fates cannot decipher." She said roles with a particular hiss that Michael couldn't recognise, but he found a rope to try and tug on so he took his chances.
"Now, now, there must be something that can be done with this arrangement! Surely there is something I have that you'd be more than willing to turn me into a frog for."
"...well, if you're so desperate, why not just give me your titles? You're leaving the title of king away so easily anyways, surely it would affect you little for you to give that title to me instead." There was a glean in the witch's eye as she said that, almost as if she had veen planning this all along.
"Oh, dear witch, if you grant me this one bout of pesce I'd give you everything including my father's will." Michael was being as earnest as he could when he said that.
"...then so it shall be-" and there the witch began muttering in gibberish that the prince, even now, could still not understand.
The next morning, the prince woke up with a croak and hopped away into a a river with waters and lily pads slowly trickling in. Inside the castle he was leaving behind, "Michale" waved goodbye before he, too, turned his back away from the window and marched towards the meeting room with more than quite a few new things to reform in mind
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