Time turner ⚜️prince Adam ⚜️

Beast

I yawn threading a needle through the fabric, I've been up working on a new dress since my arrival well over two weeks ago. A steady routine having fallen over me. Everyday I work on my new dress for a bit and then just after lunch I pack a bag and take it to the castle where I find the pervious bag outside for me to take back. Yesterday a note came with the bag asking for a bag of sugar.

The sound of the small metal works clock in the kitchen chimes eleven o'clock. I set my sewing stuff down and grab my empty pack off the bed.

I walk into the kitchen taking a bottle of milk out of the ice box and go to leave. "Where are you going? I have watched you take milk Everyday and disappear out of town after lunch. I want to know where you are going and who you are giving our food to." My mother is sitting in her chair knitting.

"Agatha, Ma. The poor women can't afford anything from the market and no one will give her anything to help." I lie. "You dare lie to me? After letting you stay under my roof. Giving you food and a warm bed. This is the respect I get. Pack your belongings Océana I will not allow you to stay under my roof if this is the way you treat me." My mother rises from her chair, hurt and anger flashing across her dull brown eyes.

"Where will I go?!" I demand resting the bottle of milk of the rail. "To wherever it is you see the need to bring food everyday. I don't care, I want you out! And I want you out now!" My mother shouts pointing outside. I sprint to my room.  I toss a hand full of clothes into my trunk and the dress I've been working on in too before running down the stairs and out to the cobblestone streets.

Stress eats at me as I carelessly throw my trunk into Florence's stall and head into the market. The noon bell rings loudly before I've gotten bread. How can time suddenly pass so quickly? I attempt to gather everything quickly remembering the sugar and run back to Florence.

Florence takes the trail slowly today. The forest seems colder, the trail seems longer and the stairs seem taller as I climb them. My knock dies on the wood, barely audible through the silent entry. I pry the door open with frozen fingers and set the pack down on the stairs again like always. I stumble backwards for the door, my knee twisting painfully in the brace and fall.

I curse clutching it tightly. It has to spasm now on the floor in a castle in the middle of a frozen forest. Of course. I try to to scoot backwards but it's to hard without agrivating it more.

The sound of heavy footsteps echo from the upper floor of the castle. The master is coming down to take the bag probably. "I'm sorry. I'll be out in a minute. It's just my knee, it has spasms." I explain through gritted teeth hoping he won't mind. The footsteps stop somewhere on the second landing. "Take your time." The man replies.

I hiss attempting to rise but my knee will not hold me. "Damn it." I mutter pressing my forehead against my knee. It's never been this bad before. "What happened?" The master asks from the darkness. "I-I had an accident when I was younger. I wasn't going to be able to walk on it ever again but my friends papa, he built me a brace so I could walk again. The pain is unbearable sometimes." I sigh as my knee goes numb. I stumble a bit but stand fully.

"I'm sorry for keeping you. I got sugar. Any other requests for tomorrow?" I ask walking for the door. "No." He answers harshly. I slip out the door and am assaulted by snow. It's a flurry, snow falling in thick clumps restricting my vision to barely the end of the railing. I can barely see the stairs. Taking one step onto them I slip backwards landing in a large pile of snow. I shiver, my clothes soaked through in Icy water. I don't want to ask.

Grudgingly I walk up to the door and knock again. There is no sound from inside. I slip through the door and stand beside it incase he says no. "I'm sorry to bother you again. I can't get down the stairs. The snow is blocking me in. Could I just, stay by the fire place for a few hours. I'll only stay until the snow stops." I call out weakly. There is a great crashing from deeper within the castle before complete silence. Heavy footsteps fall short of the dimly lit entry. "You wish to stay? Here?" He asks, surprise seeping into his tone. "If it's not a burden. The snow is blocking me in." I explain turning towards his voice.

"Yes." I can hear the thoughtful shock, can imagine a stranger jutting their Lower lip in thought before the master hesitantly offers "would you like something to eat. I was cooking for myself but I can make more."

I step towards the center of the room. "Why do you not come into the light?" I whisper innocently looking hard into the shadows. I can make out the figure of a large man but no detail. "You will run. People always do." He sighs his large frame slumping. "Come into the light. I have no where to run." I joke. Fear tingles in my veins thoughts of the beast Ma spoke of Maurice rambling about sends my mind into fantasy.

The master steps closer, circling the light for a moment and then steps into it. I gasp stepping backwards. The beast.