Belle carried him away on her horse through the falling snow. As she silently walked with Beast behind her, she couldn’t help but wonder who that monster was.
Belle carried him away on her horse through the falling snow. He had been hurt kwa the monster who attacked him, but luckily he had somehow been in his beast form which had saved him. Belle wondered why he was in that form when she knew her upendo for him had broken the curse. Still, she was grateful he had his claws and fur, manyoya to keep him safe. As she silently walked with Beast behind her, she couldn’t help but wonder who that monster was.
Tears filled her eyes as she felt the pain of almost losing her upendo to the monster. Still confused as to why he suddenly ran off, leaving her and Beast alone, she pondered why he had attacked them in the first place.
Upon returning to the safety of their ngome and home, Beast woke up when he felt the hot towel against his fur. Belle was tending to his wounds. They remained silent, still upset with each other from the earlier fight. However, their silence could not hide their happiness that the other was salama and alive. Beast looked into Belle’s eyes and saw a tear roll down her face. Belle turned her gaze turned him and gently placed her hand on his paw, letting him know their fight no longer mattered. She was just happy she was alive.
“Who was that monster?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” He answered. “But we need to find him so we can destroy him. I won’t let him hurt you.”
As Belle continued to heal his wounds, she seemed to recall a certain look in the monster’s eyes that reminded her only of one man. Gaston.
Upon returning the safety of their castle and home, Beast woke up when he felt the hot towel against his fur. Belle was tending to his wounds.
