Garderobe sing
Tale as old a time. Tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange. Finding you can change. Learning you were wrong. Winter turns to Spring. Famine turns to feast. Nature points the way. Nothing left to say. Beauty and the Beast.
Prince Adam POV
While dancing with Belle I asked "What? What is it?" Belle smiles. "How would you feel about growing a beard?" she asked. I smirk and growls playfully and we both laugh as we dance.
Garderobe sing
Certain as the sun. Rising in the east. Tales as old as time. Song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast. Tale as old as time. Song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast.
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Beauty and the Beast
FanfictionThis is a story as old as time. We think we know the story but do we really?
