Begging, the prince fell to the ground praying she would not harm him, but she had already seen that he had no room for love while his heart was ruled by his greed and pride. She cast a curse, turning him into a beast, and linking him and the rose together...
She weaved through the crowd expertly, ignoring the scornful whispers trailing in her wake, or perhaps, not hearing them at all as she kept her nose buried in her book...
I invite you tonight to unwind, settle in a chair, and look toward the story as I invite you tonight to be our guest...