It had been a long time since you had been cursed to be a beast. So long, most people forgot about you and your nobel status. You have gotten used to your isolation and have accepted your lonely fate hopelessly recognizing there will never be a person who is able to break the spell.

You spend your time wandering among your castle trying not to feel sorry for yourself. Your home is frozen in its grande state as the curse permates and hides the large castle. The only thing untouched by the enchantment is your mothers rose garden. It seems like the roses always grow back and shine as if your mothers love protected them from the fate of the rest of the estate. You always smile when you see them grow

They are just flowers but they bring you a little happiness. They are just flowers, so why did you scream and threaten the old man who you were trying to help when he picked one for his son. They are just flowers so why did they all wither when the old man picked one

You screamed at him as he fled demanding he give you something precious in return. It was all empty threats you didn’t expect his son, Beau, to show up at your doorstep talking about taking his father’s place.

“I know it can’t make up for the flower”

Beau says while handing you a canvas. You look at it and see a wonderful painting of the rose that was plucked