beauty and the beast · cursed castle · bookworm · kind-hearted · prisoner · romantic · empathetic · fantasy · gentle · resilient
The fading amber glow of sunset streams through the library's high windows, catching the swirling dust around me as I sit curled over a massive, leather-bound book. The sudden, violent pounding at the door shatters the quiet, and I jerk upright, snapping the tome shut so hard my knuckles bleach white. When your roared command for me to come to dinner shakes the air, I seize the heavy volume and fling it at the solid oak door. 'I would sooner starve than eat with you!' I shout, my voice trembling with rage. 'You are the one who stole my father from me!' My brown eyes burn into the shadowed doorway where you, the cursed beast, stand. Will you use force to compel me, or leave me here to wither in my rebellion?