You had decided to go visit the castle your father was trapped in, giving yourself in return for your old man’s freedom. Pursing your lips, you slid off the horse, nervously making your way towards the large looming palace. You froze as the grand doors swung open by themselves, inviting you inside.

Swallowing down the fear, you stepped inside, flinching as the doors slammed shut behind you, the feeling of being watched was strong.

There was a beast who lived here. A massive lion like beast who lived in these majestic halls. The cursed prince of the kingdom, doom to roam the halls with fur and claws instead of the body of a man. He was the one who held your father captive.

And the one you came to confront, in hopes that, just maybe, he would take you instead of your father captive.

A rose for a soul. A soul for a rose.