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Beauty and the Beast (Kolath and Candira)

Isabelle decided that she wanted to take a quick stroll through the gardens before she got something to eat, and so she remembered the directions the maids had given her, and the way she'd gone there just the night before. Just as the sun was beginning to sink into the sky, the beauty made her way into the garden, trying to discern what kinds of flowers had once been planted there. She saw that she would have a lot of work to do to get the weeds out of the flower beds, and she would need to do much for the soil that hadn't been cared for, but she could turn this place around fairly easily given the right time and tools. She would have to move slowly, but it could be done.

She wondered if the prince had a favorite flower. He had given her the job to transform the palace into some place great again. Now that she thought of it, it was a rather daunting task, considering the way the outside of the castle looked to her when she first arrived. Then again, he had said she would have all the help and resources that she needed to help her. She could easily see herself taking advantage of that particular offer. There was a lot of work to do, but she felt as though she could handle it. But then, she had seen some ladies in the court last night...why was it that none of them had this job? Perhaps they had refused...what an awful thing! To refuse a request from the prince...perhaps that was why none of them left the castle, either.

She frowned as she continued to ponder these things, her feet carrying her deeper into the garden toward the statue she'd seen last night.
 
It happened suddenly. Just as the sun was setting and all across the castle people were pushing back their hoods as they changed back to human form. Just at that moment a large furry beast roared and jumped at Belle. He grabbed at her dress and hair working to rip her of her clothes. His thick hard beast like cock hard and clearly marking what he wanted. His claws tore at her dress working hard to shred it.

Not too far away the prince heard the roar. He knew that sounds having made one just like it himself not too long ago with Belle. It didnâ??t matter who it was that a beast had hold of he would stop it. grabbing a sword from a holder on the wall he rushed toward the garden knowing the sound came from there.
 
Belle's hair stood on end the instant she saw the furry creature leap over the wall. Her eyes widened and her body stiffened with fear. Before her lungs could fill to scream the creature knocked the air out of her and had her pinned to the ground as it tried to rip off her clothes and held her hair. Not again....Not this horrible creature again. It wasn't quite the same as the last one, but it may as well have been. Finally, her wit and the air returned to her and she screamed loudly, scrambling to get away, though she was held tight. The sharp claws of the creature were already shredding the fabric of the gown she wore. She fought desperately, trying to free herself, though it was all futile. Why was this happening again? This time, however, she knew that others would hear her.

"SOMEONE PLEASE, HELP ME!" She cried at the top of her lungs. It was going to rape her, just like the last one had if someone didn't come to her aid soon. "Stop it! Get off of me!"
 
Lionel rushed into the garden hearing her screams. Oh god why her, she had to have the worst record of not being raped. He charged in and slammed into the beats with his full force. Catching the beast by surprise it fell off of her and turned to face its attacker. The prince through off his heavy cloak wearing a silk shirt and soft leather boots and pants, it was perfect for fighting. The Beast and him attack and lunged at each other for what seemed like hours, until the prince braced himself and took the beastâ??s attack on the point of his sword. The beast crumpled over dead.
 
The instant the beast was off of her, Belle scrambled to her feet and ran to the statue to take cover, watching for more. She sank to her knees as she watched the prince fight off whatever the creature was. A good deal of her dress was torn, though it was still barely covering her body. Her chestnut hair had fallen from the braid--the creature having seen to that as well. It hung in waves over her shoulders now as she watched, all senses but sight beginning to fail her as she dealt with what had happened to her. Finally, she was brought back to reality as the beast let out a terrible shriek and died. Her senses and her ability to walk slowly returning to her, she stood once more, holding the statue before she came to the prince's side.

She stared at it's dead body, panting and holding back tears at the thought of what had nearly happened to her all over again. Belle slowly tore her gaze from the beast and looked up into the eyes of her savior, unable to say anything at all. Her eyes, however, seemed to convey a deep gratitude. It took every shred of will-power she had to keep herself standing and as composed as she was, though it was clear that tears were gathering for the instant she was out of his company.
 
The prince gently took her hands and kissed them lightly. He could see she was about to start crying and he picked up his cloak and slipped it around her shoulders pulling her gently toward him. his hand slipped into her hair and gently held her head against his chest as the other slipped around her waist holding her close. â??Shhhh its ok Belle, I promised that you would be safe in my castle from now on.â? he kissed her hair lightly just holding her letting his emotion and desire to protect her flow over her and just hold her close like his cloak was right now.
 
She managed to hold it together as he kissed her hands, though she began to tremble as he put the cloak over her shoulders and drew her into him. She couldn't help but put her arms around him, her eyes closing as she wept a bit. His presence relaxed her enough to keep her from making a scene, but the poor girl had been through so much. She was traumatized by the events of the past few days and the only man who could protect her and wanted to help had just barely made it in time. What the hell was that thing? And why was it here? Why did this keep happening to her?

"I-I'm s-sorry," she hiccuped, her voice trembling as she tried to pull herself back together. "I c-can't help it. I just d-don't u-understand. What is that thing?" She asked, snuggling closer into his chest, his warmth, and the comfort of the cloak, just enough to keep her calm. Belle could see that he truly did care for her, as she felt his lips on her hair. She lifted her head to look up at him and saw that he was sorry for what had happened, though it wasn't his fault. It made her feel guilty to know that she was inadvertently placing more blame on him than he deserved.

"Thank you," she said softly, barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much for coming for me. I thought--" She closed her eyes and then buried her head in his chest again, hoping that he would understand. She felt so much safer now, but she was still absolutely terrified that it might happen again. "W-we shouldn't stay here," she said, looking up into his eyes again, her own wide with anxiety. "What if another one comes? What if it hurts you?"
 
â??Shhhh its ok, I will post double guards and find the breach in the wall that let that monster in.â? he kissed her hair again and slowly started to lead her out of the garden. â??I promised you that you would be safe here and I almost failed you tonight. Iâ??m sorry Belle.â? He slowly was walking her back to her rooms his arm around her holding her close. â??Iâ??m just sorry I couldnâ??t be there the first time to save you.â? Lionel was really starting to think of himself and the beast inside him as separate people rather than to parts of a whole. He didnâ??t realize that he had just admitted to knowing what happed to her beforeâ?¦which could only mean he or someone else had been there.
 
She let him lead her out, still holding onto him as he guided her. His apology made her feel guilty somehow, though every word of it was true. He couldn't have known that she was in danger...could he? She was just about to tell him that it was alright because he had come when he said something that made her freeze. Her body stiffened and she stared up at him in horror. He knew. He knew that she'd been attacked and that was why he said she would be safe....But how did he know?!

"Y-you know about that?" Belle asked, utterly mortified and disturbed on a number of levels. "H-how?" If someone had seen, how could they have just let it happen to her? If someone had found out after the fact, how could they have known that it was her? And how could they let that thing keep roaming inside of the castle. What little color she had had before drained from her face as it dawned on her that he knew she was worthless now. That he had still tried to save her after knowing that...she'd put the life of a monarch in danger. It was all beginning to be too much for the poor girl to handle at once.
 
He froze for a moment as he realized what had just happened. He bit his lip slightly as he thought something up quick. There was only one way that someone else could have been there and not done anything. â??Yesâ?¦Iâ??m sorry I should have been more careful in what I said. There was a Maid in the passageway that the beast had gotten to firstâ?¦she was raped also and hurting so badly she couldnâ??t hardly move. It wasnâ??t till the next morning that she was found and gotten help. She told us, me and the captain of the guard are the only ones that know, that the beast had then gone into your roomâ?¦and we guessed the rest.â? He turned ot her real tears in his eyes for what he had done to her. â??I am so sorry that we were not able to protect you Belleâ?¦we did take care of that beast much the same way that the one just now was dealt withâ?¦but neither of these times should have happened.â? He dropped to one knee looking up into her eyes holding her hands. â??Please forgive me for not being able to protect you.â?
 
She gasped as she heard about the other poor girl. What a horrible thing to happen! She put her hand over her mouth as she stared up at him, tears in the corner of her eyes again. When he turned to her this time, there were tears in his eyes. Taken aback, she blinked hers away, gasping as he took her hands and dropped to his knee. Stunned and a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening she stared down at the prince. There was absolutely no way that he could have known to be there for her. Frowning she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"At least you were able to get to me this time," she said, a small, sad smile forming on her beautiful face. "I'm sorry about last time too, but you couldn't have known...it's not your fault anymore than it is mine. Is the other girl alright now?" she asked, looking down at him. "Is she safe too?" she asked, worried about her poor, fellow victim. She had been lucky if all this was true.
 
He smiled slightly and kissed her hands as she forgave him for not being there. In a way it was what he needed because had the prince himself been there it would not have happened, but it had only been the beast. He stood and continued on toward her rooms. His arm once more around her holding her close. â??She is fine, her injuries thought painful were not serious. She has healed well.â? They reached her room and he opened the door for her his hand brushing against her cheek, â??Are you going to be alright?â?
 
Belle smiled a bit more genuinely as he kissed her hands, the forgiveness he deserved now bestowed upon him. She let him hold her again, glad for the support, and the comfort of his form and his cloak. It was nice to know that he cared about her. However, it remained to be seen why he cared so much. She frowned inwardly as they returned to her rooms. She needed to calm down and get something in her stomach...and change. But there was no way she would be sleeping any time soon. She watched him open the door and looked up at him once more as his hand brushed her cheek.

"I will be," she said softly. "I would rather not be alone just now, though. I'll be afraid of my own shadow," she said, laughing nervously. "I'll ask a maid to stay with me. I don't want to keep you if you've more important things to do. Thank you for saving me, your majesty." With that, she placed the softest, sweetest of kisses on his cheek and pulled away from him as she entered her room, wondering what to do first. She wondered also about he prince and what he must think of her, and about the girl who had shared her fate. She wondered about her father and where he was, and she wondered about herself once more. Would she really be alright?
 
Lionel leaned against the door after it closed. He had just lied to her to cover his own mistake in letting the beast control him. he sighed and wished that she would let him stay with her through this but at the same time knew it was best that he didnâ??t. After a few moments he stepped away from the door and went to send a maid to her with a platter for of food for her breakfast. It was the least he could do for her after all he had done.
 
Belle leaned against her door for a moment as well, partially because she didn't want him to leave, and partially because she knew that it would have been a mistake to let him. She still wore his cloak around her shoulders, the comfort it brought her making her smile just a little. She was alright. the beast was dead. And so was the one that had gotten to her before. She was safe here. Taking a deep breath, she went to her closet and pulled out another simple gown, much like the one she'd been wearing before. She removed the tattered remains of the other dress, feeling guilty for letting something so fine go to waste.

A moment later, she was dressed again. Rather than spending time to braid her hair, Belle brushed it out and left it hanging over her shoulder. A moment later, she put his cloak back on just as there was a knock on her door. Had he returned? Unfortunately, he had not. But he had sent a maid with food for her. She smiled and admitted the woman, asking her to stay with her for awhile longer. She was still afraid, but she was oddly at peace. She explained to the other woman what had happened in the garden and shared a bit of her food with her.

"Does that sort of thing happen often?" she asked, frowning as the thought entered her head.
 
The maid willingly accepted to sit and eat with her. she listened to the story in shock, she had heard from otherâ??s that sometimes soldiers made it over the walls and attacked people but she never thought that they would go so far as to rape someone. However when she thought about it, she realized it only made sense that they would since they were little better then animals and had no females out there to sate their lusts. â??No my lady, this doesnâ??t happen often, there have been some beast attacks on the walls and some men were killed but this is new to me. They never get in this far as far as I know.â?
 
That thought was comforting. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Do you know? Is the prince holding court again tonight?" she asked, wondering if she should go or just stay in and try to rest. Belle tried her best to not put a lot of strain on the servants here. They appeared to enjoy serving her, but she wanted very much for them to be treated well, if she couldn't do anything for them. If the prince wasn't holding court, perhaps she would let the woman go and try to get some sleep. And then she thought of the prince again. He knew that she'd been ruined...was that why he was being so kind to her? Or was it simply because he felt guilty about what had happened? Perhaps it was just that he was a generous man and his compassion made him see her as just the same as anyone else? Whatever the reason, she was glad that he was being so kind. But it made her wonder what it was that he saw in her.
 
The maid shook her head slowly, â??No my lady he is not there is no business that requires him to tonight. Though the noble often gather in the great hall just for company.â? She stood slowly, â??Would you like me to draw you a bath after your ordeal my lady?â? The poor maid was feeling so worried about her that it was all she could do not to force Belle into the bed and bring her soup and water for the next few days only wanting to care for her.
 
Belle smiled softly, sensing the concern. "A bath would be nice, thank you. Please keep this a secret from everyone. I don't want them to think of me differently. And I really don't want anyone else to know. It's just...a little shameful, you see. You understand, don't you?" she asked. That said she stood up and walked to her night stand She set the necklace she'd been wearing there and then went to the window of her room to stare at the sky. Was he alone? Had she been too hasty in sending him away? Surely after all that had happened, he needed someone as well...
 
Her maid gathered what was needed for the bath not knowing what was going through her mind.

The prince walked silently along the hallways of the castle looking uninterestingly at the pictures and tapestries. His mind was on Belle as it had been since the night that he had raped her. he wanted her as his bride and no one else would ever do for him. he sighed standing at a large window that looked down across the courtyard into her window. He saw her standing them and just smiled watching her for a time wishing that he could be there with her, but knowing that if she ever found out about what he did she would never forgive him.
 
Belle turned to her maid when she said that the bath was ready. Rather than going to the bathroom to undress, however, Belle had the maid help her remove her dress near the window so that she could continue to look out at the sky. Though the view of her was somewhat constricted, quite a bit of the event was still able to be seen by whoever might be watching. A great deal of her body was bared, though before he could see all of it, she turned and headed into the bathroom and out of the window. Had she known what she had just done, however, she might well have just disappeared and want to stay that way. It hadn't been her intention to let the prince see her that way.

She wondered about him even as the maid led her into the bath, the way he'd held her and kissed her hands. She blushed slightly as she remembered it a bit more fondly than she had at the time.
 
He was a fair distance away across the court yard. But even with being so far away he could tell what she was doing and even knowing it was wrong he couldnâ??t pull his eyes from her form in the window. His mouth had gone dry and he was able to enjoy seeing more and more of her skin coming out of her dress. It was just far too enjoyable to turn away. Finally she left the window and he turned around panting softly at the vision he had just been able to enjoy. Even though he had raped her there was something about watching her undress that he found highly erotic. He had work to do and so quickly started off to do it but never could get the sight of her undressing out of his mind.
 
Belle took a nice long bath and washed her hair with the help of the maid. When they were all through, she was dressed in her night gown, her hair being combed after towel dried. It was still very damp, but they arranged it so that it would have a beautiful curl to it when she woke. Tonight was not a night to stay up and go to talk to nobles. They had decided that it would be best if she slept. And so she said good night to the maid and wondered about her prince as she drifted off, not even noticing that she had already begun to think of him as hers.
 
The prince had no interest in the nobles tonight either and so spent no time with them at all. Some were hurt by it others understood totally. he just walked slowly through the hallways stopping to look up at the moon at each window. The night was the longest he had ever known. Finally he turned in for the night or rather for the day curling up on his bed as the sun rose and turned him back into the beast.
 
Belle slept peacefully that night, dreaming of many things--flowers, colors, the moon and stars...and finally, her prince. She opened her eyes at high noon, hardly believing that she'd slept so long. She yawned and sat up in her bed walking over toward the vanity. She brushed her hair and thought of the way his lips had felt against her hands, the way it felt to be in his arms--warm and safe. But surely he had just been being kind to her. She blushed and shook her head, her hair curling perfectly as she finished combing it. When she finished she went to her closet and looked for the clothes she'd been wearing when she arrived. They had been some of her best, but now they looked a little...expendable next to the queen's wardrobe. When she couldn't find it, she called a maid to ask if she might know where it had ended up.

She was going to work in the garden today and she would be needing some help and some more suitable clothing. The maid returned shortly after and Belle put on her old, familiar dress, tying the skirt up so that she wouldn't trip over it. She smiled and asked the maid to gather a group of servants to help her in the garden. After searching the place for the proper landscaping tools, Belle and her squad of gardeners were out in the very area in question. Belle made a note of the flowers that she thought had been there before, and what might look nice with them in a small book and got to work with the others, weeding the flower beds to the best of their ability.

Finally, the sun began to set, and it began to be harder to see what they were doing. Belle excused the servants but decided to continue working a bit longer.
 
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