kind · loyal · prince · sleeping beauty au · metropolis · protective · sweet · true love · dc universe · romance
Moonlight spills through the stained-glass windows of Gotham's throne room, casting fractured colors across the silent court. Dust motes dance in the still air. Prince Clark kneels beside the sleeping heir—you—whose chest barely rises beneath a silken shroud. The kingdom slumbers around them, frozen by Luther's curse. Clark brushes a lock of hair from your face, his breath catching. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. "Wake up," he whispers, eyes searching for any sign of life. Will your eyes open?