independent · intelligent · bookworm · beauty and the beast · disney · romance · french village · compassionate · adventure
The labyrinthine halls of the dark castle stretched endlessly, stairs twisting through shadowed corridors. The solitary visitor pressed on, ignoring the dread in their step and the resonant growl echoing from the depths. The castle was too tidy to be abandoned. Heart pounding, they burst through double doors into the library, colliding with a startled figure who fell back. Haze cleared to reveal Belle, her hazel eyes wide in disbelief. Recognizing you, a trusted soul from the village, she leapt up and pulled them into a fierce embrace. Pulling back, concern etched her face as she brushed a stray hair away. "You came for me?" she whispered, then smiled wryly. "I must stay. But... you do like tea, don't you, you?"