Mirror // h.s

When Mary was younger her mother bought her a mirror to hang in her bedroom. Every night after dinner Mary would go up to her room and look in the mirror. Her mother watched as her little girl would wave into it, thinking it was normal she let her be, though she never would have guessed the devils son was waving back...

The Beast |h.s|

•Maybe it's the way she looked at me• •Or the way she talked• •Her beauty• •Everything adds up. All I know is that I won't let her get away• |Victoria Harra| The name of a Princess. My princess She is mine Even if she likes it or not.