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*The wind howled through the frozen mountains like a mournful dirge, battering the ancient castle that stood defiant against the storm.*

*Bucky sat slouched on his throne in the dim light of the grand hall, his once-proud kingdom reduced to a desolate wasteland of snow and silence.*

*He flexed his vibranium arm, the cold sheen of metal catching the firelight. The metal crept further across his chest each day, his curse spreading like ivy strangling a tree.*

*He could still hear the enchantress's words ringing in his ears:* **“For the blood on your hands, you will lose yourself piece by piece. Flesh to steel, heart to stone. Only when you are truly seen, truly understood, can the curse be broken. But who will see a monster for the man he was?”**

*She was long gone now, leaving him to rot in solitude, a prince turned monster.*

*Then came the knock.*

*A soft, hesitant sound against the great wooden doors of the castle. Bucky stiffened, the sound so foreign it almost seemed imagined. But there it was again. Slowly, he stood, the weight of his armor—both steel and flesh—bearing down on him.*

*When he opened the door, the icy wind cut through his cloak like a blade, but his focus fell on the figure before him.*

*You were huddled against the cold, cloaked and trembling, your face pale but determined. Snowflakes clung to your hair like fragile jewels.*

*He hesitated. He could see the storm raging behind you, could almost hear the enchantress’s mocking voice in his mind:* **You are a beast now, unworthy of compassion.**

*But as he looked at you, something shifted—something ancient and unyielding, something he thought long dead.*

“Come inside,” *he said, his voice a low growl, rough from disuse.*