Beauty and the Beast pt. 4
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A/N: I had a couple of people wanting me to continue this story so here is part four!! I hope you enjoy it and donât mind the short chapter. Hopefully, thereâs more to come. Please let me know what you think, I enjoy reading your comments and hearing from you <3
Natasha leaves in her signature fashion, spinning and slipping out as quickly as she could; the door shutting firmly behind her. Even while she is in a hurry, her movement is limber and graceful.
I chew on my bottom lip, scrunching my nose at the feeling of the dry and cracking skin. Reaching to run the pads of my finger of my lips, I think, I may be in a nice dress but Iâm sure I still look horrible.
I stop and turn to the vanity. There had been an attempt at cleaning up but that clearly hadnât worked well. I still had dirt and scratches all over, my nose and cheeks were bright red from being out in the cold for so long. My skin still trying to regain its warmth.
Out of curiosity, I make my way to where Natasha had pointed out the bathroom. The door matched everything else, being beautiful and well crafted. I push the door open slowly, eyes widening at the sight of a bathroom the size of my kitchen.
âWhat could you possibly need all this room for,â I question aloud, dubious. It was spacey, the furthest wall having a short row of counter, a beautiful golden sink, and a mirror the size of the wall.
Whilst marveling at the beauty of it, I catch a full glimpse of myself. The dress made me feel beautiful but I desperately wished the rest of me matched. I wouldnât even know how to do that. Looking away quickly, I take in the rest of the bathroom.
The ceiling wasnât as high as in my bedroom, but it was still high enough to fit a small chandelier. There was a porcelain foot claw tub as well as the fanciest toilet Iâd ever seen.
âHe certainly does have expensive taste,â I say, recalling what Natasha had said about the Master of this place.
Returning to the bedroom, I take my place comfortable onto my bed, curling my legs towards myself. I smile at how the dress lays around me, and for a split moment, I am taken back to being a little girl pretending to be a princess. The thought pulls a nostalgic laugh from me and I shake my head. âDonât be silly,â I say to myself.Â
I try to find comfort in where I was but a worrying thought lingered. What if the villagers found their way here? And what would they think even if they did? I couldnât keep ignoring the obvious questioning and strange things that were occurring.Â
The children of the village were always told stories about the heart of the forest and how it was alive but⌠I glance back towards the window, it didnât look very alive. I had no doubt that this was certainly the heart of the forest.
It was freezing as if we were already in dead winter. The garden that the deer had led me through was lifeless and just as frozen as everything else. Now, wind rages and the sky was darkening.Â
There must be a story, a reason for this. A reason for the snow and ice, a reason for the wisdom and knowledge that was hiding behind each one of the eyes of the creatures that Iâve come across so far. There must be a reason that Natasha doesnât want me to ask questions.
The curiosity inside me was dying for me to sneak about and find answers, but I know that look in Natashaâs eyes. It was a look that told me the answers werenât as important as keeping me safe.
Sighing, turn to look beside me and see my satchel. To pass the time, I will write of everything I encounter and I hope that eventually, the pieces of the puzzle will put themselves together.
***
The sun has long since set and now I was listening to the sound of the brewing storm outside. As the night came, I kept expecting the storm to reach its peak but it was just getting stronger, and stronger. As if it was angry at something.
As lateness came, darkness filled my room and I could no longer work in my journal or read one of the two books I managed to take with me. With just enough light left, I hurry to the bathroom and start a bath. The products left to use were lavish and smelled amazing. It left my hair and skin in better shape than it had been.
The nightgown that had been left to me was purple and the cloth smooth. I happily enjoyed the feeling as I curled up beneath my covers, snuggling up warm in the bed.
It wasnât a dangerous forest, and I wasnât in that horrible storm. So for the first time in a while, I manage to drift off to sleep easily and without worry.
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