Don't End All Dogs

End of Picture Perfect

Beatrice's father is a hard man. He was a terrible man, Causing anguish and pain through every path he walked; cold, void of empathy, and sanity. How could she even know his name? She barely knew what he even did to earn his nobility. I doubt he knew her name; calling her 'girl' or just a simple 'you' She didn't hate him, she knew he didn't want her; how he tried everything in his power to throw her off his bloodline, send her to the streets or just make her feel as if she didn't belong...

Although one day she woke to a small chirp at her window sill, It was the morning in the spring a harsh winter was over..well maybe not too harsh her birthday was in the winter. A bell rang through the halls signaling for her to get ready in less than an hour. She only needed 10, her style was low maintenance, it was just a simple bland dress and a bun with a bow. Not much went into Beatrice's appearance although she didn't care, her parents very much did they wanted her to look impossible they knew she had so much potential. Beatrice loved being bland, she didn't want male attention, and she didn't see the point if she wasn't going to get married to any of them!

But she doesn't have any time to think about looking her absolute best. So she got out her simple bland dress, and worked on her hair for a good 15 minutes, just enough time for some light touch-ups on her face. Humming a vague tune she slightly remembers. She started to walk down the spiral stairs, looking for her maid; Carmen, a young woman who she connected with when she was traveling through the streets of Spain, wondering where she could be "¡Carmen! ¿Adonde te fuiste?" Her soft and gentle voice echoed through the empty halls, with the occasional cleaner here and there. Looking for Carmen, she checked in the maid's room "¿Julia, sabés adonde esta Carmen?" She asked the old woman; Julia had worked since she had been a baby, and she knew most of the staff here "Mi señorita, Yo la vi por los jardines.." Julia replied sadly as if she didn't want to answer. But why? Beatrice walked gracefully to her family's garden hoping to find Carmen there. And she was! but not with what she expected. A bloody and beaten Carmen was sitting alone; crying. Beatrice rushed over to her side quickly "CARMEN, QUE TE PASO?!"

Although it was all for nothing, Carmen had pushed her away screaming "¡NO ME TOQUES, BRUJA BRUJA BRUJA!! ¡ERES UNA VIEJA FEA!" Carmen had started to attack Beatrice, luckily A few older butlers had come across, Carmen trying to attack Beatrice. Prying A bloody Carmen off a dirty and somewhat bruised Beatrice, Beatrice had started to cry not knowing what was happening to her friend—could it be that she had gone crazy? She ran towards the inside of her manor hoping to find something, even if he didn't know what to look for just hoping that something would appear. Only to bump into a man; well-built, with slight stubble, and wavy hair. "Eh bien, excusez-moi madame, Adonde vas?" Just who was he? And why was he here? Beatrice's father did not say there were any visitors coming "..¿Quién eres, y porqué estás aquí?" Her soft voice startled the man, he hadn't heard a voice this gentle since his own mothers "Yo soy Joseph, Soy un hombre de francés. vine porque escuché que una hermosa mujer reside en esta parte de España... parece que la he encontrado" Joseph—had unknowingly put himself in a position; a very awkward position "¿PERDÓNEME? ¡Mi criada literalmente trató de matarme! y no hizo escuchar mis gritos de ayuda? ¡¿Y crees que puedes venir aquí y coquetear con mi corazón?! eres un hombre repulsivo." Joseph seemed to not be bothered by this—instead, he seemed as if he was delighted. "Mi señorita, yo soy tu novio—tu dueño~" Beatrice gagged and looked shocked. Why was this man telling her he was her fiance? It was crazy! She knew she had to take this up with her father she didn't want to, but what else is she to do just go with it? "Ven conmigo señor, yo creo que me confundiste con otra Beatrice." She grabbed him by the arm and started more or less dragging him across the manor to go to her father's study where he spent most of his time doing who knows what. "Padre! Este señor dice que el es mi novio. Por Favor dime que no es cierto nomas tengo 17 años..." Beatrice's father stood up from his chair and took his glasses sitting in his breast pocket and put them on seeking a serious demeanor "Beatrice este si es tu novio" Beatrice was sputtering to herald not even knowing what to say, she knew her father hated her so for being a woman but marrying her off to another bloodline was way out of line "Pero Padre nomad tengo 17 años. ¿Haces esto para que me quites de la línea de nuestra familia?" Her father coughed into his hand not giving a straight answer only excusing the man away "Beatrice Candella, Tu te casaras con Joseph Laurent que te gusta o no" Tears welled up in Beatrice's eyes she felt the life inside her heart die the moment those words came out of her fathers mouth. She excused herself from her fathers study back to the strange man, Joseph his name was? She didn't want to marry; she didn't feel ready; She doesn't know if she ever will.