Belle is a maid living in service of a handsome prince who she falls madly in love with. Jealous of all the other women and angry at his refusal to notice her she curses him and turns him into a hideous beast. For years they remain together in the c...
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Throughout my life, one of the many things people would underestimate about me was my temper. My petite frame, my light blue eyes that once held a slight innocence to them, and my face that always held a sliver of youth in it that made me seem younger than I am, all of these attributes conveyed the sense that I was someone who wouldn't even hurt a fly. It made people believe that I was someone who they could mess with because I wouldn't be able to fight back. They were all sorely mistaken.
When that woman, that little thief dared to speak to me like that my rage began to burn like a hot fire. Its flames wrapped around every surface of my body, I wanted to make her regret every word she dared to say to me. I wanted... no... I needed to make her suffer and pay, preferably with her pathetic little life.
Despite my burning rage, I've always been collected with my thoughts. Even though at times all I want to do is scream and release my burning anger onto the person I have never done it without considering the implications and the consequences of that action first.
If I had killed that little thief then it would have made it look like I was trying to stop Maurie from finding a cure to the curse which only would have opened up more questions and raised suspicion. I can't risk that.
Ever since I left that room I've been pondering other ways to get rid of her, and I think I've found the perfect way.
I couldn't find him in our bedroom so I quickly walked to the only other place he would be at this hour- the library.
My assumption was right and as soon as I walked in through the double doors I saw his looming figure standing by one of the multitudes of shelves. He's so focused on the books lined up in front of him that he doesn't notice my entrance.
I silently watch as he reaches out to grab one of the books but stops and pulls back just as he is about to take it.
"Let me guess you're trying to debate which of Shakespeare's plays you should read next."
He jumps up slightly at the sound of my voice and turns to face me, a small smile twisting on his thin lips.
"I am finding it difficult to choose between Macbeth or Hamlet."
Laughing, I walk over to the table that is close to him and take a seat.
"I'm guessing Romeo and Juliet wasn't much to your liking if you're choosing between a boy who has to take revenge for the murder of his father or a man who basically becomes the villain in his own story because he chose to listen to some witches and his manipulative wife."
"No, it was good it's just... well... I'm not too sure I fully believe that kind of love story."
My face contorts into a look of confusion. "What do you mean? A man meets a young woman they fall madly in love with each other. What's so hard to believe about that?"
He comes over to me and sits down in the chair across from me, he leans slightly forward and his dark eyes that to most seem menacing but to me only seem filled with pain stare deeply into mine.
