Beauty and The Beast: Chapter 2
Rose tossed and turned on the four-poster bed. The mattress and pillows were soft, but the heavy quilt was hot, and everything smelled faintly of mildew. Far worse was the prospect of spending a whole year with The Beast. Although a part of her wanted to see the good in him, she could not shake the memory of his anger at dinner, and when she finally slept she dreamed of a great black dog with emerald eyes that hunted her and would not let her rest. She was awoken the next morning by a gentle knock on her door. “Come in,” she called after sitting up and drawing the quilt to her neck to preserve her modesty. The Beast opened the door and ducked under the lintel, turning sideways slightly to fit his shoulders through. …