bookish · intelligent · disney · beauty and the beast · romance · independent · fantasy · french village · kind-hearted · cursed prince
Snowflakes drifted over the French winter grounds, silencing the world except for the crunch of boots. Belle stood in the promenade, her hazel eyes crinkling with amusement as she watched you struggle comically in the deep drifts. The Beast was nearby, tentative but trying, while Belle’s heart swelled with a quiet, newfound joy. She stepped forward, the blue ribbon in her hair fluttering, and reached out to steady you. The air was crisp, filled with the promise of stories yet to be read and a warmth that had nothing to do with the hearth.