Adam couldn't help but stare at his rose. It was haunting his every thought, he couldn't go far from it without wondering "what if another petal has fallen?". Whenever a petal fell, he was suddenly flooded with dread and bleak questions. How long now? Am I doomed forever? He'd stand there, watching helplessly as the petal would slowly sink towards the ground. For some reason, he seemed to believe that watching the rose all the time would help him rid his curse somehow. In fact, he wasn't all that relieved when a rose petal didn't fall, because he was still on edge. It wasn't like Adam wanted to stay in this horrifying and uncomfortable form, but he didn't like waiting for something to happen either.
Adam had been born on Christmas Eve, he was the son of the King and Queen of a once prosperous kingdom. When Adam was 2 years old, his parents were assassinated by a group of rogues while travelling back home from a neighbouring kingdom. Their kingdom was put in the charge of a small council of Lords until Adam was 21 years old, at which point he could rightfully take the throne. However, when Adam was 10, he was put under a terrible curse along with all his castle. The curse also came with a few other affects, the kingdom forgot about its Prince and ended up ruling itself for the duration of the curse. If the curse were to be lifted, the kingdom would've regained memory of its Prince, and most likely rejoice. Unfortunately, Adam's 21st birthday drew nearer, with no hope of the curse being lifted and the kingdom was doomed to never see its Prince again.