Beauty and The Beast

As I sat in the windowsill of my fabulous palace bedroom the smell of fragrant roses wafted through the open window. “Beauty, what can I bring you upon my return?” I thought. “Father, all I need is a rose plucked by your hand to make me happy.”

 I had been given the biggest, grandest room in the palace upon my arrival. However, the space made me feel even more confined in the Beast’s large palace. The smell of roses beckoned me down to the garden where I preferred to spend the majority of my time. The sun shone down on the myriad of flowers, refracting on the droplets of morning dew peppered on the brightly colored petals of the roses and daisies. I bent down to admire the patch of dark pink roses that lined the garden’s winding pathway. Their beauty was beyond compare and I reached out my hand selfishly to pluck one of the roses from its home in the soil. “Father bring me pearls! Bring me dresses and furs and ribbons! Father please!!” cried my sisters. “Father, all I need is a rose plucked by your hand to make me happy.” All I need is a rose. A rose.

  Late in the afternoon, I retreated back into the castle and took my post by the fireplace and began my sewing. The warmth of the fire and the familiar task of sewing made me feel more comfortable in this foreign stone place. Minutes later, Beast entered the sitting room, sitting into his plush armchair that directly faced my place by the hearth. He treated me with love and kindness but his beastly face was uninviting and still frightened me even after all this time. Silence filled the room, enhancing the sound of the ticking clock. Suddenly Beast interjected the clock’s ticking sound, “Beauty will you marry me and remain with me at the palace forever.”

“Beauty, I beg you take my hand in marriage.” “Beauty, marry me!” “No.” “No, I am too young. I will remain with my father.” “Father!” “Father, all I need is a rose plucked by your hand to make me happy.” “All I need is a rose.” A rose.