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[Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

"If you wish to, you may keep it," he replied, smiling a grin that was probably too toothy for her comfort at the fact that his library pleased her. It was a room he made sure was taken meticulous care, he would have none of his books damned by time and the elements if his say so mattered at all in such things.
 
The girl blinked, smiling back happily. A part of her wanted to jump at him, yet that part was not strong enough. ''Thank you,'' she exclaimed, clinging the book to her chest. Somehow, his toothy smile attracted her, making her heart skip a beat. It was the first time the girl felt such things and it confused her greatly. ''Could you show me to my room then?'' She wondered, sliding her hand under his elbow to hold on to him.
 
He felt the touch of her skin on him arm send a slight shock of up his spine and he smiled politely at her, careful not to open his mouth and show his hideously large teeth. Something about her beauty calmed at least some aspects of his harsh character, his anger and violence. He gestured towards the door. "It would be my pleasure to escort you," he informed, his word choice slow and deliberate, as if it had been quite some time since he had experienced polite behavior or at least enacted in it. Carefully, he head her out of the library and down the corridor to her room, opening the door into a simple, clean room with a large bed, a small end table, a floor length mirror, respectably sized dresser and small closet. "This will be your quarters until ones more suiting to whatever you desire can be arranged."
 
The girl smiled, surprised by the way he spoke. Wasn't he usually polite with his subjects? She wondered if they were still able to speak. She entered the room, her smile growing wider. The view from the window was beautiful, and everything she needed was present. Shaking her head, she turned to look at him. ''No, this is perfect, thank you,'' she spoke softly, his words making her remember that she was going to stay in that place until she died. Taking a seat on the bed, she set the book aside, studying her dress. It was ripped from the fall on the ground she experienced when escaping from the wolves, and she needed to change for supper. ''May I change then?'' She wondered, remembering the remark regarding the presence of other dresses.
 
It was at this time that a manikin, without arms legs or a head, came forward, a cartoonist face upon it's body as it smiled at Belle and informed, "Just step into my office." It then winked playfully at her and added, "And I will get your measurements done up, we'll have you in any dress you're heart's desire is, missy, though I must say I think the master needs to put a few good meals on you! You're too skinny, I'm going to have to take all the dresses in, dear! Mrs. Pots is just going to love you!"

The Beast glared slightly at the manikin who mostly ignored his foul mood at Belle's attention being stolen by the servant. He, however, bowed politely to Belle and left the room, closing it as he did so, and headed down to his chambers.
 
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