Picture the scene Rosemary twigs reaching for the sky their gnobly arms alarming to teh eye I plucked a twig and twisted it between my pale thin fingers. The delicate fragrence transports me back to happier days.
Teh golden sun beating down on our heads the long gras ticking our legs. The two castles on opposite hills squaring up to each other as if prepping for a fight. The White House inhabited by Lord Miller and the other surrounded by a thick forest - the breeding ground for bandits.
A sharp Noice brings me back to the present.
"Belle ma fille" he chanted "come to town with me my darling daughter" he clamored with an unusual weight.
"What for papa?" I questioned as I returned his embrace. I don't remember the last time he hugged me like that.
"A little supprise" he spoke softly with a small comlex smile.
His last supprised was when he baught me a horse which died two years ago along with a quarter of the population.
"All right then" I said with a sigh better to be outside and miserable then be Aldine in the dark of my room pondering my existence.
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"Belle, my dear how are you looking mighty fine over there" Gaston said with his characteristic smirk.
My horse, sensing a my annoyance began to fight with his back legs.
"Absolutely jumping with joy at the sight of your beautiful face" I snapped with a falsified bright fucking beamy grimace reserved only for him.
Gaston I have known each other since we were 3 when he chopped the end of my plait off for a dare, the he alsked me to marry him. Since, he has bothered harassed and generally stalked me to a point that I have literally trained my horse to shit on him.
As if timed my hose ,Sheila, took a fat steaming dump on his 6 inch jewled heels.
"Fuck" he hissed under his thin moustache and walked self consciously to a nerby horse troph.
"Belle I know this will come to you as a shock but lord Gaston alsked for my blessings , I gave it to him. In exchange for your hand in marriage he will support us .Since the tragedy two years ago we have had no one to work the farm and I know u have tried to help out but if we don't do this then I'm afraid we won't make it through the winter." His smile was entirely wiped from his face and instead it was replaced with a look of un quenching self despise shadowed by a hopeful wish.
"You deserve the best in the world" said he finally looking me in my eyes "and this is the best opportunity a young woman if your age could receive " he shamefully admitted. He was guilty that he could not fulfill his promise to my mother that I would be ok. That I was going to have to marry to live. That he couldn't do anything else. "Please do the right thing" his whole speach was uttered so fast I don't know if I could take it all in.
What would thsi mean for me ? A life trapped in the white mansion Bearing Gaston's equally self absorbed annoying children as I idly sewed up his klothes?
Just then Gaston returned from attempting to wash his boots and dramatically knelt onto one knee.
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A rose à Beaty and the beast
General FictionRe telling of the beauty and the beast u can expect shiny sapphic sapphires a beautiful beastly enigma and a rose. Re racontant la belle et la bête, vous pouvez vous attendre à des saphirs saphiques brillants, une belle énigme bestiale et une rose.
