Beauty and the Beast: Part VIII
The decision to stay had not been easy. Belle desperately longed to return home, to see her father again. Yet when she finally gathered the courage to approach the front door and turn the knob, she could not bring herself to do it. There was some force pulling her back, keeping her from leaving the castle. She felt drawn towards the Beast. Despite the earlier circumstances of her imprisonment, he had been only kind to her as of late. Even when she had spurned him, fleeing from the castle, he had risked his own life to save her from the men that attacked her. She knew so little about him, and didn’t even know his name, yet she was developing a fondness for him. The way he treated her, the way he looked at her, it was unlike the way any other man acted around her. She didn’t want to lose that just yet.
In the end, she had decided to stay. The servants of the household had become a second family of sorts, friends she had never had. It was nice being somewhere where people treated her with respect and kindness. Back in Morlaix, she’d only be viewed with disdain for her intellectualism and ogled like a piece of meat. She enjoyed being wanted. It hurt to know she was abandoning her father, but wouldn’t he want her to have a good life? Here she was respected and treated well. Perhaps she could ask for some writing material and send a letter to her father explaining all that had happened. She hoped he could understand her decision.
When she had finally turned away from the door, she had found Mme Potts waiting for her, expressing how glad she was that Belle wasn’t leaving just yet. She’d then spent the night sharing a meal with the entire household, listening to them tell stories and exchange bouts of laughter. The mood was joyous and spoke to how close they were with each other. They included her in their merriment, and she knew then that this castle was as much her home as theirs now.
The next few months were a dramatic change from the past. The oppressive atmosphere in the castle seemed to lift. Everyone was so much more light-hearted, and Belle found herself in much better spirits. No longer confined indoors, she found herself wandering the gardens quite often. They had been poorly maintained over the years, and she made it her personal task to restore them. It had been quite the task, but slowly she plucked out the weeds, trimmed the unruly hedges, and coaxed the flowers into blooming once more. Her greatest pride were the roses. They had bloomed into their full beauty, crimson buds glistening in the morning dew. She had considered plucking one free and giving it to the Beast, but memories of her first night in the castle as well as the pressed rose she had found in the Master’s chambers stayed her hand.
After a lengthy period of recovery, the Beast’s wounds had finally healed enough that he could leave his bed without much trouble. He would often hobble around the castle, occasionally clutching at his side. When asked about it, he claimed nothing was wrong, but it was obvious he still felt some discomfort. It was during one of those times spent wandering around the castle that he had approached Belle, wishing to show her something.
“What is it?” Belle asked, letting the Beast take her by the hand and guide her through the castle. He walked with an awkward gait brought on by his wound, so they took their time.
“It’s a surprise,” the Beast said, a wide grin spreading across his face. His grizzled beard mostly covered it from view. Belle often wondered why he kept that unkempt facial hair, but felt it was not her place to ask.
As they approached a large oaken door, the Beast released her hand and turned to face her. “I need you to close your eyes.”
“What for?” Belle said, glancing over his shoulder at the closed door. It was one that had always been locked and she had never seen what lay beyond.
“Just trust me.”
The look on the Beast’s face, almost like a child on Christmas wishing to show off his new toy, brought a smile to her face. She closed her eyes and said, “Very well then.”
A bulky hand grabbed Belle’s and she bristled at the physical contact. She let herself be guided forward as she heard the door part before them. As they entered the room, she could hear her own footsteps echo off the walls. Whatever this room was, it must be quite spacious. The Beast let go of her hand and she was left there in silence for a moment. Then she felt the brush of hot breath against her neck as the Beast whispered in her ear. “Now just keep your eyes closed a little longer.”
Belle waited patiently, clasping her hands together and trying to supress the tingle travelling down her body after having the Beast so close to her. The sound of curtains being cast aside came from her side and she could notice the increasing brightness through her eyelids. The Beast’s footsteps drew closer and his form momentarily blocked out the light. “Now open your eyes.”
Belle opened her eyes as requested and gasped as her breath was taken away by the sight before her. She stood in a library of the likes she had never seen before. Bookcases covered every surface, reaching all the way to the ceiling. They were so massive that ladders were in place to allow one to reach the upper shelves. Each shelf was filled to the brim with books of all sizes and colours. She eagerly approached the nearest bookshelf, running her hands carefully along the spines of the books as she read their titles. There were classics, political discourses, plays, historical records, religious texts, and everything in-between. Some of the books were in languages she did not recognize, although she did notice quite a few written in Latin. Her pulse raced as she circled the entire room, taking in the wonders around her. A person could spend an entire lifetime in this library and never finish every book here.
Eventually Belle meandered back towards the Beast. He was watching her with sparkling eyes, sharing in her excitement as she marvelled at her surroundings. Despite the playful intensity of his gaze, one that made her heart flutter, she could not pull her attention away from the vast knowledge laying on the shelves all around her. It was all too exciting.
“Do you like it?” the Beast asked.
“It’s wonderful,” Belle said, twirling on her toes as she spun around, taking in everything around her. Where would she start? What would she read first?
“Then the library is yours to do with as you please,” the Beast said with a childlike grin. “Read whatever you like.”
“Thank you so much,” Belle said, wrapping the Beast in a sudden embrace without thinking. She pressed up against his warm body, resting her head against his chest. The quick beat of his heart could be heard through his hairy chest. The Beast took a moment to realize what was occurring, but then returned her embrace, wrapping his thick arms around her in turn. His embrace was gentle and comforting, physical contact she had been lacking for quite some time. They stayed like that for longer than either intended.
Eventually Belle pried herself away from the Beast, realizing it was most likely improper for her to share such a lengthy embrace with the master of the house. They both blushed, turning away from each other to hide it. Belle shuffled over towards one of the bookshelves and pretended to inspect the books as the Beast awkwardly cleared his throat and headed towards the door. He stopped in the doorway, gave her one last forlorn look, and said, “I’ll leave you to your reading then.”
It was only after the Beast’s footsteps faded into the distance that Belle realized she had been holding her breath. She took in a deep gulp of air and fidgeted with her hair. Her earlier behaviour had her all flustered. Hopefully she had not given him the wrong impression about what type of woman she was. Yet she could not deny that their shared embrace had filled her with a longing she had not felt before. She tried to push that thought aside as she browsed the books in front of her.
Belle spent the next hours scouring the library, finding books on all topics that interested her. Despite the wonders she came across, her mind always drifted back to the Beast. She found herself fantasizing about him, thinking about what it be like to share another embrace or perhaps something more intimate. She was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. When she finally picked a book to read, she had to read the first chapter three times before she finally managed to focus on what she was reading. She knew that these feelings she was developing for the Beast were unbecoming of a young lady, but she couldn’t help herself. As she immersed herself in the fantasy worlds of her latest novel, she took her own fantasies of the Beast with her.