Beauty and the Beast remake

The beginning

               In a certain kingdom, in a certain land, in a little village, he sat. While the windows were being beat by the hard rain that was coming down all around his castle, he read. His handsome face that would laugh and cry when the time was right, stood frozen. When the grand palace doors were shaken by the howling wind, he sat, emotionless. For in that moment he did not feel anything but greed and cold. He felt nothing but the book in his hand, but he did not know why. Years before, his beautiful emotions washed through the palace, his mother and his father laughing, the servants and cooks wondering how this young boy got all this laughter and silliness. When his mother died, his laughter was halted. The castle went into sorrow, and no matter how hard he tried, his dad could not be happy again. Soon the king forgot he had a son, and went his days sitting in his chair by the tall stained glass windows and did not move, talk, drink or eat. Soon after that, his father was dead too. The funeral was grand, for the king was the best king the tiny village had ever seen, yet he could not find emotion after that day. He too stood blankly, but would still eat. He knew he had a will to live, though he was not sure what it was. The cooks and servants soon retreated to their quarters, knowing that the new king would not listen to them as much as they tried. His heart went cold, and would only read to try and find happiness again.

         The storm suddenly went quiet, and the tall oak doors creaked open just enough so he could hear the knock. Grumbling, he got up, putting the book down on the wood carved side table and walked over. The rain seemed to have paused, though the wind was still whistling around the door. As his hand went to grab the door handle, it closed suddenly. He grabbed it and opened it to find a person, covered in rags and dirt, drenched by the rain that had plagued  the town. The person looked up, and he saw the face of an old woman, shriveled up. Her grey hair was in knots, covered in grime. She gave him a small toothless smile and said to him, "Dear king, I only need shelter from this raging storm. May I come in?"
As she said this, the rain started up again, harder then before. But he looked at the old woman's face and was repulsed. He asked what she would give him in return.
"I have a rose," she said taking out a small, but beautiful rose, in a small glass container. It had numerous petals, all of them red like blood. But he refused. He said to take in a woman like herself, it would have to be a bigger payment then a small rose. He slammed the door with all of his might, but somehow it swung open right after. There was no wind and no rain, but he felt something different then the storm. He looked outside again. The old lady was now the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With her long blonde hair waving in the wind, the enchantress cried, "How could you not give help to a helpless person. You have no love in that cold heart of yours."
He tried to apologize to this lovely lady but his pleas fell on deaf ears. She waved her hands and he fell. He felt hot pain flaring everywhere on his body, and thought he was dead. The pain suddenly stopped, and his blue eyes rose to meet hers.
"I curse you beast! You and your servants can only be who they and you were before once you can learn to love someone again!"
She pulled out the rose and placed it on the ground.
"This rose is your timer." She said "when the last petal falls you will be the way you truly are, forever!
She rose and flashed in a golden light, and was gone. The rain and wind started up again, with more force then it had before. He had no idea what he was, he only saw his hands. They were covered in hair, and the end of his fingers were talons. He ran inside and to the window. His handsome face was changed into a hideous face of a monster, his nose of a bear, and his teeth were sharp and jagged. He had ears near the top of his head and his eyes looked murderous. He fell to his knees and cried, feeling helpless on the ground. He look up to the heavens his eyes red from crying, his torn shirt wet with tears.

"How can anyone love me like this?"