Written for Remix Madness. Inspired by
The Death of Each Day's Life by sophia_sol.
The whispers come to him from every corner.
“She was walking in the lower hall.”
“She was at a window, still as a statue.”
“She was...”
He knows that every curse has side effects, even after it has broken; so he accepts the reports with a heart half heavy that he hadn't been enough to free her fully.
The other half of his heart bounds with glee, knowing that for each night she spends walking the castle, she spends an equal number holding him close to her thought out the night and waking him each morning with a soft kiss.