L AĀ B E L L EĀ E TĀ L EĀ B A R M A N O U ā [ co-created with faeriviera ]
Ā Ā Ā A Found Sisters TaleĀ
Ā Ā Ā based on the fairy tale Beauty and the BeastĀ
āI already told you, I canāt!āĀ
In a fit of desperation, she seized her damaged sleeve and swiftly tore it off, shocked gasps echoing through the chamber. There, just above her wrist were angry red marks that looked like⦠Aamirās blood ran cold upon realization. He could barely register Karimaās grip on his shoulder tightening almost painfully or the strangled sound that escaped his older sister, sharp and shocked.Ā
Looking back on it, Isabelle could barely believe that she had the audacity to do such a thing when facing a fearsome looking stranger, but she steeled herself, staring unblinking into eyes too big for its beastly face.
āWith all due respect,ā her strained voice broke through the silence, āI doubt youāre the one I need to be afraid of.ā
The painful stillness of the room was broken as the youngest beastāanother sister, it had to be with curled, black fur and too big eyes like thatāsuddenly appeared at her side. She couldnāt have been more than fourteen, Isabelle thought and again she wondered how the three beasts ended up alone in the old mirrored palace.Ā
āAkka, annah, please, canāt she stay?ā She turned pleading eyes to Karima and Aamir, plopping down next to Isabelle on the love seat. āAt least until we figure out what to do about that horribleāāĀ
Aamir just barely pulled his gaze away from Isabelle in an effort to focus on an answer he still didnāt have, but before he could speakā
āMunira,ā Karima interjected, her tone full of exasperation and fondness that could only be found with siblings, āWeāre not going after the man.ā
He supposed he was grateful for that, he thought with a frown, his older sister was usually right. Whoever did this to Isabelle deserved to be torn to shreds for making her think the likes of him was her only option, but the siblings couldnāt risk going out into the world⦠not when they looked like this.Ā
āAlright, alright,ā Munira conceded with a pout, āBut then canāt she stay for a bit? We canāt just throw her out to the wolves!ā
Through gnashed teeth, Aamir slouched back and grumbled, āIronic choice of words. Am I going to be allowed to get a word in, petite soeur?ā
A giggle escaped from Isabelle, amused at the sight of him acting more like a petulant young man than a fearsome beast. Then she remembered⦠he was still a creature that might not take kindly to being laughed at, least of all when he might let her stay.Ā
gugu mbatha-raw as beauty | riz ahmed as the beastĀ
Isabelle Toussaint doesnāt fit. A bookish black woman surrounded by people who canāt even fathom that she should even exist, let alone live among them. Her only real comfort is reading her stepmotherās old books, tales of dashing musketeers and secret princesses, and daydreaming about sharing her own stories with the world. During an errand to pick up new parts for her father, she unfortunately catches the attention of an entitled man who believes he deserves a most rare and exotic flower. With the village rallying behind him, there seems to be no way out⦠until she and her stepmother come across a glorious old palace while searching the woods for her missing father.
His rejection of a spiteful fairyās advances left Prince Aamir and his sisters in isolation for years, racing against a deadline to free themselves from their beastly forms. The Bhatia family never thought that taking in a man lost in the woods would lead to his daughter seeking refuge, but at Isabelleās insistence, she becomes a welcome guest. If Aamir can bring himself to lower the defenses built up after all these years, the curse may finally be broken.