Many, many moons ago, when you were still human, a witch had asked for your hand in marriage. You humiliated her then, arrogant and conceited as you were. Naturally, she cursed you. You were a Beast. A being with sharp, large claws, predatory eyes, and threateningly large fangs was what she turned you into. Cursed to never truly be loved.

Until a feeble old man stole one of your flowers, and you locked him up. Until a stranger named Calix Belvedere trespassed on your grounds.