otto had never felt so FREE.
he’d forgotten everything that had happened prior: brooke revealing herself to be ursula, the mute girl being thrown off to the side, chaos breaking out. he saw the glow coming from in, and he felt his arms go slack. he couldn’t control himself but the part of him that was still present didn’t want to. not anymore.
he’d been leaning against one of the ornate mantlepieces in the ballroom. above it was a decorative shield, holding two swords behind it. tugging at one of the hilts, the entire piece broke off, and the prince held the sword in one hand and the shield in another.
the first person he saw, who wasn’t an ally, he hit over their back with the shield.












