The Frog Prince's Valet Bride

In a Byzantine castle shrouded in eternal fog and absurd magical laws, luxurious velvet curtains hide rotten traditions. The true princess sleeps under a strange black curse, her skin pale as paper. To keep up the royal pretense and break the spell, Tom — the pragmatist, the absurdly loyal valet — is stuffed into a lace princess dress two sizes too small. With a look of utter resignation, he walks into the swamp and kisses the frog: a bloated, pus-covered thing reeking of rotting weeds. Magic surges. The frog tears off its skin and reveals Henry — a towering, cold prince with a predator's hunger. But Henry feels no fairy-tale gratitude. He spent too long in that swamp; he's seen through the hypocrisy of power. He simply claims the castle's luxurious bed as his due, and citing the "ancient contract of royal union," demands that "the princess who saved him" share his bed every night.