Evermore [The Beast/The Prince x Reader]

finale ; part ii

As she slipped from consciousness on that bed, covered in blankets that could not warm her body and held by a beast that loved her more than she could realize, she began to realize several things.

First, she and the Beast were not meant to be. Not on Earth, not in their small kingdom. He belonged to another. She was not sad. He would be happy in the arms of another woman; he would find happiness.

Second, there were so many things she should have said to him before she became paralyzed. She wanted to whisper them, scream them, sing them, but she could not. When death overcame her and all faded away, she clung to him, and she knew that he would not let her go.

                            ...

It did not end there for her.

When she took her final breath, she fell under - not to a bright white, like she'd thought, but to a glimmer of gold and silver. And when she opened her eyes, she was in the middle of a ballroom.

In front of her was the one thing she wanted always; the Prince. He was sitting on his throne, dressed in midnight blue. A warm, welcome vision for her awakened heart. He was beautiful and human. She whispered his name.

When he saw her, he smiled. He stood from his seat and walked to her like he had been waiting days for her to come to him. She took several steps towards him without thought.

"Mademoiselle," he said, and he looked at her like no one ever had, "please dance with me."

They bowed before one another. His eyes were filled with love. Gently, he took her hand and placed another hand on her waist. He pressed himself against her and began to sway to the soft sound coming from a piano that she could not see.

"Your majesty," she breathed, and he spun her away from him, a rush of cold air brushing her bare arms. "I felt like I would never see you again."

"Nothing could keep me away from you," he breathed. "Now relax, my dear ___, and let yourself fall into this happiness."

He brought her back into his arms. She held onto his shoulders as he spun her quickly. He lifted her off the ground, keeping his arm wound tightly around her waist.

"My love," he said, glancing over her beaming face, "you and I have forever together. For all of eternity, it shall be you and I."

"Forever?"

"I promise," he said.

She was filled with joy as he spun her once more. There was nothing said in her small heaven. No enchanted rose, no magical mirror, no book. Just the Prince and ___, holding each other, whispering to each other, singing to each other.

There was no concept of time here, and therefore, they never grew tired of dancing. They danced together for all of eternity.

Sometimes, she would whisper the words she wished to say before her breaths ran out.

"I love you."

And he would look at her like no one ever had.