astelle-acevez- Astelle Acevez

Melanie lived a peaceful life with her older sister, who always supported her despite their differences. Everything was quiet until they separated overnight, leaving her confused. On the other hand, Rayfahand, prince of Azerok, the closest thing to a future king in his father's words and with a certain weak character, soon became terrified when a jilted witch decided to curse him. Desperate and hopeless, he flees the palace and coincides with the young woman. Will the prince be able to find a cure for his affliction?

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Chapter I

Melanie greeted the morning with joy, picking some fruits from the garden. Meanwhile, Melissa was getting ready for school. The girls' grandmother arranged their breakfast on the table.

"Breakfast is ready," she said.

"We're running late!" said the dark-haired, straight-haired girl as she brushed her hair.

"Well, you can take it with you for lunch."

"Where's Melanie?" the girl asked with some annoyance.

"She must be in the garden."

"Here I am, what's up?" said Melanie, holding a basket.

"Melanie, aren't you ready?" her sister looked her up and down. "Hurry up or we'll be late."

"Go ahead," said the girl who left the basket on the table with some disgust.

"What?," their sister and grandmother looked at her in astonishment.

"You know I'm not good at that, school is not my thing," she said as she approached the table.

"Have you gone crazy?" her sister said with concern.

"I'm not going, period," the girl drank her glass of milk.

"Grandma, tell her something," her sister pleaded.

"Melanie," the grandmother looked at her.

"Grandma, don't insist. I'm not going, I'm sick of it," she objected.

"Daughter, you have to go to school, you have to prepare yourself like your sister. You're not planning to stay at home forever, are you?"

"Grandma," she hid her face in her hands.

"I'm leaving, with or without you, Melanie. Good luck with the dirt," her sister took her things and left immediately.

The girl's grandmother pulled the chair beside her and took her hands.

"What's wrong, Meli? Did something happen that you don't want to tell me? Did someone say or do something to you?" The girl took a deep breath.

"The same old thing, Grandma. I'm just not good at school. The only good thing about it is the library and Miranay, who is very good to me. I don't want to leave her alone there, but...everyone knows..."

"Everyone?" she said with doubt. "What is it that everyone knows?"

"That I can't do it, Grandma. I'm no good. I should just stay at home with you and help you. Besides, I really like being at home and spending time with the animals."

"I know, Melanie, but understand, it's for your own good. You can do that anytime you want, but don't forget that you have to prepare yourself to aspire to something more. You have a bright future just like your sister Meli. Don't waste opportunities, besides, they promised your father. Remember?" the grandmother smiled at her.

"Yes, Grandma, I haven't forgotten,'s hard."

"You are putting these obstacles on yourself, Meli. You have to break free from this circle you've enclosed yourself in, and you have to look beyond the line. Do your best," the young girl hugged her grandmother with enthusiasm.

"I will, grandma. I promise I'll try, and I'll do better than last time," she smiled.

"I'm sure you will."


In the palace of Azerok, the king and his son were having breakfast.

"After your lessons, come find me so we can talk about the topic we discussed earlier," the somewhat distracted young man looked at him. "Are you paying attention, Rayfahand?"

"Yes, father," he looked at him attentively.

"Queen Miranda and her daughter will come to the palace so we can make a decision about their wedding."

"Wedding?" the prince almost choked on his water.

"That's right, and I kindly ask you to behave," he emphasized the last part.

"But father, I don't even know her."

"You will meet her soon. Her mother and I talked about this when you were children. We both agree that this is the best decision for your future, the union of both kingdoms and a future heir to the throne," the young man was almost pale. "She is the perfect candidate to be your wife. I want you to be presentable and be kind to the queen and her daughter. Take this opportunity to get to know her and try to make her fall in love with you."


"I'm leaving now. Don't say I didn't warn you," the frustration was obvious, and the young prince begged for death.


That afternoon, an elegant carriage stopped at the entrance of the Diren. Fine wine-colored slippers stepped onto the grass, and the elegant dress of the same color almost dragged on the ground.

The grandmother was sewing a dress when someone knocked on her door. She got up from her seat to answer.

"Good afternoon," she looked at the young woman with aquamarine eyes. "Princess, what a pleasant surprise."

"How are you, Mrs. Mimi? Is Melanie here?"

"Yes, she's in her room."

"Is she okay?"


"That's good to hear. Since she didn't go to school, I saw her sister around, but not Meli."

"She was feeling a little unwell, but you can go to her room."

"Thank you," she smiled.

Melanie was reading some books on the floor, accompanied by a white cat that seemed to wear a mask, but it was only a black spot around its eyes.

"Tomorrow I have to go back to school," she looked at the cat without enthusiasm. "Why don't you come with me?" She took the animal in her arms.

"Melanie," the door to the room opened. The young woman looked at the princess who had a certain expression of concern. "I thought you were sick. I'm glad to see you're okay. Why didn't you go to school? I missed you a lot." The girl sat down next to Melanie.

"I'm sorry, Miri, it's just that I really didn't want to go to school anymore. I'm bad at it, and you know that."

"That's not true, it's just that sometimes laziness gets the best of you, to be honest," she smiled.

"Maybe so, but I just can't stand being there, especially since the little prince is there, ugh," she stuck out her tongue. Miranay laughed.

"That's true, but you know what? He asked about you too. He missed his daily dose of Melanie," she laughed again. The young woman laughed too.

"Tomorrow, I'm sure I'll take classes," she exhaled. Miranay picked up the cat and lifted it up.

"Mosquetero told me he's happy that you're going to school and that you couldn't have made a better decision," she looked at Melanie with a smile.

Rayfahand walked around the garden, seriously considering whether it would be good to defy his father.

"I can't get married, I'm too young, I don't know her, I don't know what kind of girl she is, I could regret it for life. I can't allow it!" he said with a furrowed brow.

"Why the concern?" the young man turned around immediately, somewhat surprised.

"Wh-who are you?" he looked at the woman in long robes, who at first glance was triple his age.

"I am just another resident of your village, young prince," she said with a smile. The woman's gaze was fixed on the young man's bright sun-like eyes and shoulder-length brown hair.

"How did you get here?" he looked around.

"That's not important. I thought I heard that you have a problem you want to solve."

"Yes, that's right. But it's none of your business."

"I can help you if you want."

"No, thank you, ma'am," he stepped back a few paces.

"Don't go, please," the woman walked towards him. Rayfahand, somewhat scared, ran back to the palace. The young man turned for a moment to see if the woman was gone, and luckily she was.


The next day, Melissa and Melanie were already at school.

"Melanie," the princess took her by the arm and led her to the bench where they both sat, "you can copy my notes to catch up."

"Thanks," the young girl pulled out a notebook to take note of what was covered in the previous class.

"What a surprise, Melanie," the girls looked up at the young man in elegant attire.

"Aracoel," she feigned a smile.

"Did you fall asleep like that time in the library or why didn't you show up yesterday?" the blond teased.

"Go to your seat," the princess said.

"That's none of your business," Melanie averted her gaze.

"No wonder Miranay was lonely."

"Shut up and go away," Miri retorted.

"See you at lunch," the young man winked at the short-haired girl and left.


Rayfahand was taking his lessons in the comfort of his palace. The young man took the pen to write on the paper what his teacher indicated. He lifted his gaze a little above the window and saw that woman again.

"(What?)" the young man stood up from his seat.

"Do you have any doubts, Your Majesty?"

"No. I need to do something quickly, I'll be right back."

"We're in class."


"You have five minutes."

"Thanks," the young man rushed out. The woman began to walk away and he followed her. "Hey!" he quickened his pace. The woman turned around for a moment.

"Your Majesty," she smiled.

"What do you want?" The woman stopped and took a couple of steps toward the prince, who was on edge.

"Nothing special, I just wanted to know if you could give me a few minutes of your time."

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Well, it's just that I have someone very sick at home and I didn't know where else to turn for help."


"Could you help me? I didn't know how to ask you and I was scared."

"Well, you should have told me yesterday. And where is the sick person?"

"Follow me." The young man looked around thoughtfully for his classes but decided to follow the woman.


— At the end of the school year, I will have a party in my palace, in addition to the one we'll have here," said the princess. "Of course, you'll be there, Melanie. We're going to show off with elegant dresses."

"That sounds great, but..."

"Don't say no," she hugged her. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

"And won't you invite me?" said the prince.

"The answer is obvious," Miri said.

"My presence is of utmost importance. Who will Melanie dance with, if she dares to try?" The girl took one of her books and threw it at his head. Aracoel was stunned by the blow.

"You wish!"

"Melanie," the girls turned around and looked at her sister, Melissa didn't look very happy.

"Sister," she smiled.

"Melanie, how dare you treat your friends like this, and especially a prince?" she crossed her arms. "Apologize to him."

"What? No way!" she shook her head.

"Fine, I'm fine, miss," Aracoel straightened his suit.

"Aracoel brought it on himself," Miranay said.

"Don't try to justify Melanie, and you," she looked at him. "We'll talk at home." The young woman walked away with a certain annoyance.

"This is all your fault," the girl said angrily.

"Let's go, Meli," Miri took her by the arm. The young man stayed smiling.

The woman led the prince down a path in the forest to a small cabin. Somewhat suspicious, Rayfahand followed the woman inside.

"Welcome, Your Majesty. It's a modest but cozy place."

"Where is the person?"

The woman immediately went into the room, the young man followed her. The woman approached him again and opened her hands, showing a dying canary.

— What does this mean? - he looked at her confused.

— He needs help, you wouldn't let him die, would you? He is also a living being - Rayfahand took the dying canary in his hands.

— I don't think I can do much for him, but I'll try - the young man hurried out of the cabin.

Melanie returned home with terrible mental exhaustion, the thought of homework made her nauseous.

— I'm home - she said and dropped her suitcase on the floor.

— Melanie - her grandmother approached her.

— Hi grandma - she smiled.

— And your sister? Isn't she coming with you?

— No, she stayed talking with her friends, I'm sure.

— That's not right, you should come back together and you know it.

— Melissa is grown up, she can take care of herself grandma.

— Even so.

— Well, before Melissa comes to you with the gossip, I have to tell you something.

— What's going on?

— I hit Aracoel with a book because he was bothering me, and then Melissa saw me and got angry, and she said she would talk to me when we got home, but fortunately I'm here before her - she laughed. The grandmother looked a bit hopeless.

At night, the door of the house opened stealthily.

"What time is it, Melissa?" said the grandmother, displeased. The girl dropped the shoes she was holding in her hand.

"Grandma, you scared me," she said, putting her hand to her chest.

"You had me worried. Where were you, girl? Your sister arrived before you, why are you always late?"

"I was researching my homework, grandma. I was with some friends. You don't have to worry. Rather, you should worry about Melanie. She's the one who doesn't behave well."

"Well, Melanie and I talked a moment ago. Now it's your turn," she pointed to a place on the couch. The young woman made a face of annoyance.


It took a couple of days for Rayfahand to decide to go to the woman's house again. He felt a little afraid to remember the cabin. That place did not give him much confidence and did not have a friendly facade for him. The young man knocked on the door but got no answer. He took the canary out of the cage and held it in his hands.

"Good luck, friend, and try to be more careful. I don't want to come back, I'm serious."

"There you are," the young man turned around and looked at the woman with a certain paleness.

"Ma'am, here's your friend," Rayfahand placed it in her hands. "Take care of him. Poor thing could die next time."

"I will. Thank you very much, sweetness," the woman stroked the young man's cheek and he backed away almost immediately.

"Goodbye, see you... "

"Don't go yet. I must repay you for this favor."

"Don't worry about that. The important thing is that your friend is okay. Take care of yourselves," the woman approached the young man and took his arm. Rayfahand felt a shiver run through his body.

"Don't be rude, handsome. Please accept our invitation," the young man wanted to run away at that moment, but imagining the worst, it was better to agree.

"Okay," he nodded. The woman grabbed the young man's arm and they walked together into the cabin.


Melanie was returning from shopping when her sight focused on some people having breakfast at a local spot.

"Mmm..." the girl walked as close as possible. The young woman's eyes couldn't believe what they were witnessing. "Melissa?"

Melanie ran as soon as she was sure of what she saw.


The woman poured another cup of tea for the young man.

"That's fine, thank you," he said with a slight smile. The prince couldn't take his eyes off the canary in the cage. "I think he would be more comfortable in nature with his friends of the same species."

"Oh no, sweetheart, that's not a good idea. This little one has been living with me since he was very young, he couldn't survive outside for even a day," said the woman.

"I understand," said Rayfahand with disappointment.

"And tell me, what's bothering you so much? I see a problem in you that's causing you distress. If you tell me, maybe I could help you," she smiled.

"No one can help me, ma'am."

"Call me Malia," she smiled.

"Malia? That's your name."

"Yes," the woman gave him a mischievous look.

"And what do you do?" Rayfahand pulled his hand away from the tea cup.

"I'm an herbalist," her smile was nervous.

"Interesting," he said with a nervous smile.

"And do you have a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" he thought for a moment.

"You're a young, handsome, and very noble prince. I'm sure you have a line of girls waiting for you," she extended her hand across the table, almost touching his.

"Well, no, not really. And to be honest, I feel very good. I don't want any commitments at the moment, I just want to enjoy my youth until... until maybe I meet someone worth it," he lowered his arms.

"Even if you don't want a serious commitment, you could have some adventure. Has the idea of a forbidden encounter never crossed your mind?"

"Forbidden encounter?" Rayfahand asked in surprise.

"Have you never been intimate with anyone before?"

"No," the young man stood up. "And I'm not interested at the moment. Thank you for the tea, I have to go," the woman stood up and approached the young man, taking him by the arm.

"I can wait a little longer, but you know where to find me," she slid her index finger near his chest. "We'll have a good time, I assure you," the young man swallowed hard.

"I'll keep that in mind, but now I have to go. My father will be angry if I don't make it for lunch," the woman let go of his arm.

"Thank you and see you soon," she said seductively.

Rayfahand immediately left without looking back.


Melissa was brushing her hair while admiring herself in the mirror when the door to her room opened, interrupting her thoughts.

"What's wrong with you, Melanie?" Melissa said, annoyed.

"The same thing I was going to ask you, little sister," Melanie approached Melissa.

"You don't have to give the pigs a bath, and while you're at it, take one yourself! You're all dirty," she said.

"That's none of your business. I need to talk to you seriously. Tell me, Melissa, do you have a boyfriend?" Melanie asked.

"What are you talking about?" Melissa said, surprised.

"I asked if you're seeing someone, and don't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes. You've been deceiving Grandma," Melanie said indignantly.

"Shut up!" Melissa threw the brush to the side.

"Melissa, you're seeing an older man. I saw it myself, that guy who was with you at the café could be our father," Melanie said.

"Look, Melanie, that's something that doesn't concern you. Take care of Grandma and your dirty animals, and let me live!" Melissa said.

"How can you say that, Melissa? You're not okay," Melanie said.

"I'm sick of you guys, honestly. I deserve to have a different life than this, and fortunately, I have a very good and noble man who has taken an interest in me," she looked at herself in the mirror, "and I'm going to marry him very soon."

"Melissa!" Melanie took her arm and looked at her.

"Don't touch me!" Melissa pulled away. "You should do the same, Melanie, although... maybe it's a waste of time. Perhaps living among the animals is what's meant for you," Melanie immediately left the room with tears in her eyes, "She brought it upon herself," Melissa continued brushing her hair.

Rayfahand was almost paranoid and couldn't stop looking out the window, afraid that woman was spying on him.

"I better stay here and not go out for a while, even better, I'll go out with my escort from now on," he thought. The door to his room opened and he was met by his father.

"What are you doing?" his father looked at him strangely.

"Nothing, just practicing for the meeting with Queen Miranda and her daughter," Rayfahand replied.

"Stop with the nonsense, Rayfahand. You are an Aftussa, and I want you to behave as such. I don't want you to embarrass us. All you have to do is obey what you are told, just tell the girl what she wants to hear and that's it. When you come of age, you will have real concerns, and let's see if that stops your foolishness," the king snapped before slamming the door shut.

"I think getting married will be the best thing now, looking at it another way," Rayfahand sighed.

Meanwhile, Melanie was crying inconsolably in her room. Mosquetero approached her and cuddled up next to her. The girl looked up with a slight smile, and the kitten meowed as she petted its head.

"I think Melissa is right," Melanie sighed, melancholic. "She's going to marry that man and leave here. If I tell Grandma, they'll probably argue, and I don't want Grandma to feel bad." She looked at the kitten. "What should I do?"


A luxurious carriage parked in front of the palace. They would finally meet in person. The queen walked in holding her daughter's hand, both of them smiling, and approached Rayfahand and his father who were waiting for them.

"Your Majesty," the prince greeted. "Princess," he kissed the young girl's hand. The freckled girl was hypnotized by the sight of the young man.

"What a gentleman," the mother said. "It's a pleasure to be here, King Bretter."

"For us, it's an honor to have you as guests," he smiled. "Let's go to the dining room."

"Okay," the young girl took Rayfahand's arm.

Outside the palace, a woman was watching with disgust. Intrigued, she approached one of the guards.

"How are you, good man?" she smiled.

"Can I help you with something?"

"I wanted to know what's happening in the palace. Is the king hosting a banquet or celebration?"

"That's confidential, ma'am."

"I'm just saying, why did they place an order at the bakery this morning?"

"Who placed the order?"

"The prince himself asked me to."

"I don't believe you."

"I asked His Majesty himself, or else what am I going to do with the order? Can I speak to His Majesty?"

"I doubt it, they're busy right now."

"But I need to talk to them, I'm not lying, sir."

"Look, ma'am, I'll take you only because I don't want to deal with you, but if the king gets angry for disturbing him, it will be your head that rolls."

"Okay, I'll accept the consequences."


Eloisa couldn't take her eyes off Rayfahand, the young man smiled slightly and tried to keep the princess's attention.

"Majesty," interrupted a servant.

"What's going on?"

"A woman is looking for the prince, she says it's urgent, she says she was sent from the bakery." The king looked at the young prince with some displeasure.

"I'll handle it," the young man stood up, nervous and pale. "Excuse me." Eloisa looked at her mother somewhat perplexed.

Rayfahand immediately went to where the woman was.

"What are you doing here?" he said irritably.

"I needed to talk to you," she smiled. "I want to know what you thought."

"Look, ma'am, I only helped you with your sick canary because I really felt sorry for it, but you've confused things and I have to make it clear to you that you're mistaken. I have no intention of having an affair with anyone, let alone with you, an older woman. I haven't disrespected you and I ask you in the kindest way possible to leave here, or you'll really be in trouble," the anger in his gaze was obvious.

"Do you think you can despise a lady like me just like that?"

"Because you don't understand, ma'am, I don't want anything and I never wanted anything with you, and you know what, it's better if you leave. My future wife and mother-in-law are waiting for me and I don't want to cause a scene where you could come out worse off, do you understand?" he said, breathing heavily. The woman changed expression, her gaze was gloomy. "Get out," he pointed to the door.

"Fine. Don't forget about me, Majesty," she made a face.

The woman left the palace, the king and queen, and the princess approached the young man.

"Is everything okay, Rayfahand?" the girl said.

"Yes, everything is fine," he smiled. The young man's father didn't seem very pleased.

"Why don't you show me your palace, so we can talk more calmly," the girl said cheerfully.

"It will be an honor, Princess."

"Call me Eloí," she took his arm.


Melanie woke up from a short nap she had taken. She stood up and immediately went to the kitchen.

"Grandma," she hugged her.

"Meli," her grandmother stroked her hair, "Wash your hands, let's have dinner, tell your sister to come to the table too."

"Okay," Melanie, a little sad, went to her sister's room and knocked on the door, but got no response. "Melissa, Grandma said to come to dinner," she called again, but the same thing happened. Feeling a little guilty, Melanie went back to her grandmother.

"Take a seat," Mrs. Mimi looked at the girl, a little sad. "And your sister?"

"I don't think she's coming to dinner," Melanie said. Her grandmother approached and took her face in her hands.

"Did you two fight?"

"No, well, yes, but it doesn't matter, Grandma, just school stuff. That's all." She sat down at the table.

"Okay, then take a seat. I'll go see her in a moment."

"Yes," Mosquetero approached the girl and she gave him a piece of meat.


"What a beautiful night, don't you think?" the girl said.

"Yes, it is."

"You know, I had a very different idea of you, but I wish we had spent more time together before. But I can't complain, especially now, I'm so happy to know that it's you I'm going to share my days with forever." She held onto the young man tightly.

"I am too," he said, not so convinced.

A couple of servants approached the young ones with a tray in hand.

"Your Majesty," they looked at him. "Sorry to interrupt, but we were asked to bring dessert."

"That's fine, thank you," they were seated at a table in the garden and served.

"You can remove this pineapple pie from here, I can't stand it," said the young woman.

"Wait!" said the young man. "That one's for me." The girl looked a little disgusted.

"Well, I guess I can tolerate it if you like it," she said with a smile. The prince quickly ate his delicious pineapple pie, which was his favorite.

After finishing, the young ones decided to enter the palace to see their parents.

"I guess when we lived together, I'll have to get used to the smell of that dessert," she laughed. Rayfahand gave her a smile.

"I'll catch up with you in a moment, I'm going to get something," he said.

"Okay," the girl gave him a kiss on the cheek and quickly walked away. The young man, somewhat confused by the kiss, became thoughtful. Almost immediately, his mind forgot about it as he felt a tingling sensation throughout his body.

"This is strange..." he leaned against the wall. He felt nauseous, his head was spinning, and he could barely stand. Weakly, he made his way to his room and collapsed on the edge of the bed, somewhat dazed and with his head still spinning. At that moment, he only had visions of that sinister cabin. With a faint sigh, he finally slid off where he was and fell unconscious on the floor.


Melanie barely ate anything. The grandmother got up from the table and headed towards Melissa's room.

"I hope she tells grandma what's going on, otherwise I will," she looked at the cat.

"Melanie!" the girl jumped up and ran towards her grandmother.

"What's going on?"

"Melissa's not here. Look at the time, she's nowhere to be found."

"Have you looked everywhere?"

"Yes, she's not here. I can't find her anywhere..." Melanie went outside to search. The grandmother began to check every corner of Melissa's room. To her surprise, her things were not there either.

"MELISSA!!" the girl shouted at the top of her lungs as she ran looking for her sister somewhere in the yard.

With no success, the young girl returned minutes later to where her grandmother was. She was on the edge of the bed holding a paper in her hands. The woman looked up with tears in her eyes. Melanie ran immediately into her grandmother's arms. They both cried tears of deep sadness.


Slowly the light became clearer to Rayfahand's sight. He opened his eyes until he got used to the light again.

"Where am I?" he exclaimed, looking around in amazement. "What's going on? Why is everything bigger than me?" The young man sat up, raised his hands in shock, and let out a scream that few could hear. Dazed, confused, and frightened, he ran to the nearest mirror to realize that he had turned into a green amphibian. In denial, Rayfahand jumped out of his room window. The prince was already on the lawn, looking at his sad reality in horror as his small, painful body trembled.


Melanie covered her grandmother with a blanket. She had fallen asleep in Melissa's room. The girl took the letter and, with a mix of negative emotions, crumpled it up and threw it into the fire. Mosquetero stood at the back door of the house, watching Melanie, who went out to keep the animals company and try to forget a little.

That night seemed endless, as if the sun would never rise again.

"We don't need her, I'll take care of grandma and our heritage," she said, patting a goat on the head.

The terrifying meowing of the cat alerted the girl, who took a rake and went to her friend. "Mosquetero!" she called, looking around. Almost immediately, the cat appeared, jumping onto the girl, wet and scared.

"What happened to you?" she asked anxiously. Melanie looked up at the pond.

She took up her defensive weapon again and approached the danger. "Did you see any snakes?" The terrified cat stayed away from its owner. Soon, the girl's gaze fell on a rather strange-looking frog.

"Oh, it's just you," she breathed a sigh of relief. "There's nothing to fear, Mosquetero!" she called.

"Come here, little one. You look very strange and quite battered," she approached to pick it up.

"Don't come any closer, please," said the amphibian.

"What?" The girl froze at the amphibian's response.

"I'm lost!" he said desperately. Melanie screamed loudly, Mosquetero got scared again and ran to take shelter in the house.

"You can talk!?" She said in amazement as she held her chest.

"I'm not a frog, miss, I'm a human... well, I was a few minutes ago." Melanie looked at him surprised, thinking she might be hallucinating. "I can't go back home like this, they'll kill me when they see me. I won't have a chance to explain anything, I'm lost."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't even know, I just know I ran away and then decided to spend the night here. I have nowhere to go, I don't know where to go," he said sadly and worriedly. Melanie took his hands and looked into his round, crystalline eyes.

"You can stay with me if you want, at least until we figure out how to get you out of this body."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," she smiled. "My name is Melanie Diren."

"A pleasure, I am Rayfahand Aftussa, at your service."

"Rayfahand, the prince?" she looked astonished.

"Yes, or at least I was once."

"You're still a prince, just smaller and with a different appearance," she laughed.

"What a relief."

"Don't worry, Rayfahand, we'll find a solution to your problem soon."

— How? - Melanie placed him on her shoulder.

— You'll see - The girl immediately returned to the comfort of her home.

Melanie placed Rayfahand on her bed and took one of her books.

— Here's the solution to your problem! - she opened the book. Rayfahand approached to see.

— Will this story help me become human again?

— Yes, well. According to this story, you must receive a maiden's kiss to become yourself again — she smiled.

— Forget it, this is just a fantasy, it won't work.

— But aren't you going to try?

— Who would want to kiss a horrible frog?

— Well, there's always someone — she thoughtfully said.

— I must resign myself — he settled into the young woman's pillow.

— I know someone who could help, I have a friend who belongs to royalty, I'm sure her kiss will break your enchantment, what do you say?

— I still think the same, besides being like that, I also know a princess who could help me.

— Oh, really? And why don't you talk to her, I could help you.

— She'll think you're crazy, and I already told you before what they would do to me. Besides, I doubt she'd want to kiss me like that.

"Let me try to help you, I'll talk to my friend and maybe she can be of help."

"Forget it," the prince clung to his word. He settled in to rest. "Good night."

"Good night to you too," Melanie settled in to sleep.

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