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Part 3 - Life in the Beast's Domain
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Belle Sequence It was a simple decision:
I would go to face the beast.
My sisters had husbands to care for,
And we could not lose Papa again.
I was unattached, and young,
And the least useful one.
So I left,
Set out to face my new captor.
At first, he did not show himself;
Invisible servants attended me.
Our first true meeting,
At dinner the next night.
He was hideous, frightening,
But still he had a soul.
Even so, for a time,
My books were my refuge,
Seeing him only at dinner,
Hearing nightly his proposal of marriage
And nightly refusing him,
Fearfully at first,
Regretfully later.
Our meetings grew moer frequent,
Our conversations stronger,
Our friendship stronger.
Then, the fateful day.
Terrible news did I recieve:
That of the illness of my father.
I begged the beast to let me return,
For a week, and no more.
He granted it to me,
Giving me a rose at my departure,
And warning me of the consequences
Should the last petal fall.
