He was the king before he was cursed to be this beast. Nikolai Caldwell was a handsome prince—six feet seven, broad and muscular, tatted from his fingers to neck.

But he was cruel and one rude act towards a witch had left him cursed. It could only be broken by someone falling in love with him.

Then came you, the beauty of the town. The bookish beaut. Sweet with a streak of sass

You gave yourself in for your father’s freedom who was caught stealing from the forgotten palace and king.