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Remus had gotten cursed, because he was careless. When his eyes flutter open to see Roman’s worried face above him, he thinks that he should have gotten cursed ages ago, if this was the result.
“A kiss?” he asks, and at Roman’s nod, leans up to catch another.
Roman jerks away, surprise evident in his eyes, before understanding lights them. Pity follows, and Remus can feel his heart shatter.
“A kiss from a prince,” Roman tells him, somber and reserved, “has the same curse breaking properties as a kiss from a princess.”
What this means is that what woke Remus was not True Love. What’s worse is that he has given himself away. Roman knows the truth of his feelings, and Remus has been rejected.