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Right now he wanted to think of the only thing that could calm him even slightly. He wanted to think of her.
now that the curse had overtaken him completely, he couldn’t stand the sight of himself.
She was a wise woman. Had she no idea his fate was in her hands?
The Beast used to hurl insults back at all of them, but it seemed only to fuel their passion for cruelty, and he didn’t dare stir up his own anger and desire for violence, so he just stood stock still, waiting for their little torture session to end.
must be returned with true love’s kiss, before your twenty first birthday. She may use the mirror as you do, to see into the world beyond your kingdom, but she must never know the details of the curse or how it’s to be broken. You will notice she sees the castle and its enchantments differently than yourself. The most terrifying aspects of the curse are reserved for you.”
He thought about what the sisters had said, and wondered how Belle saw the castle’s enchantments and how its cursed servants appeared to her.
and the servants weren’t allowed into the West Wing. Not even the sisters came to this part of the castle.
Do you fancy them as dandy gentlemen while they slay dragons and vanquish foul, murderous stepmothers? Perhaps they do that sort of thing without the slightest bit of ego or aggression?
The only person who killed almost as many animals as the Prince was his good friend Gaston,
It would be unfair to his subjects and to her, and most of all to him.
please the Prince to know Gaston would be seething with envy as he stood there, forced to watch the wedding proceedings, knowing his attempts to break the Prince’s faith in Circe had failed and he could not have her for himself.
The Prince decided to laugh the entire thing off and focus on what he loved: hunting, drinking, spending the taxes collected from his estates, and charming the ladies.
Circe crumpled in tears. “You never asked about my parents! I never lied to you! Why should it matter?
“Love you? Seriously? Look at yourself—covered in muck! How could I possibly love you?”
There stood Circe, a pathetic little creature holding a single red rose, looking downright diminutive in the gaping arched doorway. Her eyes were sad, swollen and red from crying.
“Your wife? Never! I see now you only loved my beauty. I will ensure no woman will ever want you no matter how you try to charm her! Not as long as you remain as you are—tainted by vain cruelty.”
“You sound like a woman, Prince, worrying about lines around the eyes! Next you’ll be wondering what color petticoat looks best with a blue dress. Shall I inquire with your fairy godmother?”
The Prince laughed. “Indeed, but you won’t catch me marrying a housemaid like my dear friend, no matter how beautiful she is! Not after the disaster with the pig keeper.”
visiting the Prince frequently with her nanny as chaperone,
There was nothing he hated more than a girl with too many opinions of her own.
He loved how she never gave him a cross look or scorned him even when he was in the foulest of moods, and how easy she was to manage.
