Thread: A beauty and her beast (Changingsaint and AmyBeth)

It was morning in the castle, but inside Belles room that would be hard to tell. The morning frost and chill was unfelt, thanks to the fireplace that had been stoked by quiet servants through the night, a nice wooden fire burning in the room. It was not the lavish castle she may have been use to, but it had its charm. A canopy bed with red silken drapes was where she could rest, though it accommodated two Herself and her as of yet unseen lover. It seems that the beast, the warrior who had viciously attacked her kingdom was not without some pleasantries and graces from the beds comfort. Instead of a wooden floor waiting her feet, there would be a rug that was shaggy and comfortable to bared feet, warm. It was a room with all the niceties one would ask for A large armoire for her clothing, a closet for dresses, tables, chairs, a mantle above the fireplace for her personal possessions and knicknaks. She had been in the castle for two weeks, her husband having been missing. Leon Huxley was a being who was relatively unknown outside of his ferocity and grisly visage. A monster in the shape of a man, standing tall and with a human like appearance, though he looked like werewolves of legend. A near seven foot tall wolfman with a two handed axe known as the Executioner general. For some reason, he had invaded Belles kingdom, and was winning. His soldiers were loyal and fierce, and despite lacking the grace her kingdom had... They fought with brutality and ferocity. Pleas for peace, from trade, money, given land... All fell on deaf ears until her father offered his last bargaining chip... Her. Belle was used as a tool Offered to the wolfman in marriage. Surprisingly, he accepted. She was taken by carriage two weeks after the letter was given, and for a week after, had been treated with respect from the servants and guards in the castle. Leon himself was absent, supposedly dealing with getting his army back home, as he led from the front and until he was given the notice, he remained in her old country, making sure he would not be ambushed on his return. There was a knock on her door, before a female servant Probably sixteen years of age appeared, She had her peoples blue eyes, and dark hair. Miss Belle Lord Leon has returned. He is in the throneroom to see you now You are to get ready and I shall escort you to him. though first... She soon handed her a wrapped fur cloak, giving the princess a nod. He instructed me to give this to you. Inside is the outfit you are to meet him with, and the cloak you are to wear to meet him. He requested that you do so... And I would not turn it down. She spoke with a polite and friendly tone as she closed the door. The castle hallways were large and looming with the gothic architecture of the land. Imposing windows that kept the draft of the chill day outside at bay, stone floors that had rugs to keep people from being too noisy as they walked across them, and walls covered with tapestries that were lovingly crafted from cloth. But inside her package was a richly made fur cloak... As well as peculiar outfit, all of them delicately crafted for a woman her size.