Summary:
There was a gift.
There was a curse.
There is a power in the house of Hale, given to the firstborn son of every generation - the ability to turn everything he touches to gold. Though the original intent of the power was thought of as a gift, in reality, it is a dreaded curse that causes the bearer a life of fear, isolation, and danger.
Thus, Prince Derek is born.
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[Excerpt from Chapter 22]
He didn’t think much of his hands, or any part of his body, really - but Stiles gaze had lingered enough to make Derek wonder what Stiles’ thought. Now, Stiles honey eyes were fixated on Derek’s hands, running over them like they were something precious rather than tools of death.
“Hmm.”
“What.”
“Nothing, I just - I thought they wouldn’t look like normal hands.”
“Why.”
“Because they’re magic,” Stiles said, looking up to meet Derek’s eyes.
“They’re not magic, they’re cursed,” Derek said, tucking his hands back into the sheet.
