[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

Looking at Ophelia's stiff expression, I was actually stiff too, but Lambert kept staring at me, biting the back of my hand with his teeth from time to time, as if whenever I showed a scared look, he would be furious Crazy general.

Strange to say, I am not afraid of his kisses, and I am not as repulsive as I imagined. Even when I saw Ophelia's fear, I felt an indescribable joy in my heart, feeling that I am not so useless, at least When seeing his bestial form, he didn't get disgusted or run away.

After a while, Ophelia finally came back to her senses and asked tremblingly, "Miss Rosalind...you and Your Highness?"

"I……"

I couldn't explain it clearly in a few words, so I subconsciously stood up and looked at her, thinking about how to organize my words.Unexpectedly, as soon as I stood up, Lambert's eyes shot a warning light, his giant claws covered my shoulders, and he pushed me back brutally, with a threatening growl echoing in his chest.Because of his growing size, the power of his growl has also become unprecedentedly terrifying.The floor, the windows, the vases, even the overhead chandelier vibrated.

Instead of intimidating me, he scared Ophelia enough.She shook her head, picked up the gemstone dagger, and pointed it at Lambert again: "No, it will never be Your Highness...Your Highness will not look like this. My Highness is knowledgeable, sensible and elegant, and is the best in the world." And the most outstanding man... This thing, this monster, this beast, how could it be Your Highness! Miss Rosalind, don't be fooled by it, it is most likely a phantom created by a witch!"

I remember Lambert said that the beast is his amplified instinct, he can hear and see everything that happens.Just as I was about to speak, I heard a terribly cold roar. Lambert let me go and walked slowly towards Ophelia.He seemed to be irritated by Ophelia's words, there was no hunting desire in his eyes, only a thick and bloody murderous look.

The soles of his feet were broad and ferocious, and his nails were barb-shaped blades. Every time he took a step, the floor would be shaken out of cobweb-like cracks.Ophelia took two steps back, raised her dagger, and tried to attack him: "Damn bastard, return Your Highness to me—"

I was shocked, and before I could make a sound to stop her, she had already jumped on Lambert's body and plunged the dagger into Lambert's heart.The blood all over his body was frozen, and his heart was like falling into an ice cave.However, in the next second, Ophelia was hooked by Lambert's collar and thrown back fiercely.

Like a fish thrown ashore, she hit her back on the marble floor, bounced twice, and coughed up a pool of bright red blood.

I looked at Ophelia, then at Lambert, my feet didn't know where to go.Burning sweat dripped from the palms of his hands.At this moment, Lambert turned around, his chest was unharmed, and there were only slight scratches on the black scales.I breathed a sigh of relief, and then, I met his unfocused pupils.It was over, he seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

He didn't even look at me, and walked straight towards Ophelia. As he walked forward, his animal transformation gradually increased, black scales covered his body like a mist, his nails grew wildly like life, and his gaze was on the sentry post. The white light during the investigation coldly locked on Ophelia's body.

At this moment, more than a dozen confused thoughts flashed through my mind: There was something wrong with Ophelia, but she wasn't guilty enough to die.

She is a good girl, but she is framed by the rigid dogma of the nobility, so that she is so indifferent to Lambert that it is almost cruel... Perhaps in her eyes, Lambert is not a sweetheart, but a symbol, a totem , a kind of glory, but the animalized him completely ruined all of this, that's why it's so unacceptable.The reason why I can accept Beast Lambert so easily is not because I am kinder than Ophelia, but because Lambert is not my spiritual sustenance.In my eyes, he is just an ordinary man who is too outstanding... Anyway, he cannot be allowed to kill Ophelia.Otherwise, what is the difference between him and a real beast?

I rushed to Ophelia's side quickly, opened my arms, and stood in front of her.Facing Lambert's emotionless gaze, I actually felt a little weak: "...you can't kill her, Lambert."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Rosalind." Ophelia gasped weakly, "I can see that you like Your Highness. But this thing is obviously not Your Highness. Your Highness is always calm and rational, and will not be like this thing Out of control... I remember that in the past, when I went hunting with His Highness and the others, an arrow shot him in the arm, but he didn't even move his eyebrows. After the doctor saw his injury and discussed it for a long time, he didn't dare to pull out the arrow In the end, His Highness pulled out the arrow himself. In my heart, His Highness is as strong and great as a god, how could he become like a beast..."

"The curse can be broken, and he will return to his original state."

"But he looks like this, even I'm afraid, who would really love him?" Ophelia asked softly, "Would you, Miss Rosalind?"

I was almost on the verge of answering "I will".But if my love worked, Lambert wouldn't scare Ophelia like that.I hesitated for two seconds, not knowing how to answer.

"Miss Rosalind, you are the bravest girl I've ever seen. Even you are hesitating, Your Highness is really hopeless. I don't think His Highness wants to see himself become like this..."

Seeing that she was going to turn the topic in a negative direction again, I quickly interrupted: "You can talk about these words after he recovers!"

"Can he recover?" Ophelia was surprised.

"Of course, he will get better after dawn." I stepped forward carefully and stroked his back.His black scales were originally attached to the skin, but at this moment they stood up one by one as if stimulated, and would scratch his fingers if he was not careful.I stroked him as softly as possible: "I know you don't want to hurt her, you remember who she is...you're just angry that she wanted to hurt you, right?"

I just tried to appease him, but his restless emotions really calmed down, and the erected black scales closed one by one.He lowered his head, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and the snake's head leaned towards me.

Ophelia, unaware that he had calmed down, thought he was about to attack, and backed away screaming, grabbing my ankle, trying to pull me away with her.

Lambert immediately turned his gaze, looked at her indifferently and vigilantly, and let out a low growl as if grinding his teeth intimidatingly.

Some heart tired.Before going downstairs, I thought that Lambert would be influenced by Ophelia, but I didn't expect the two to be at odds like enemies.The kind and tolerant Ophelia almost stabbed Lambert to death... At this time, Lambert spat out a snake letter, showing his thick fangs to Ophelia as if threatening.Ophelia was trembling all over, as if she might faint at any moment, tears fell down her skirt.

Some are afraid of more serious consequences.I thought about it, stood on tiptoe, and put my arms around Lambert's cold head.

He stared at me with terribly cold eyes, and his low growl was still vibrating in his throat.Even though he had kissed him once, looking at his snake head up close, I was still a little apprehensive.But in order to calm him down, I had no choice but that method.

Taking a deep breath, I kissed his lips... The screaming behind him finally stopped abruptly, and he stopped growling. The film in his eyes covered his eyeballs, and he closed his eyes, waiting to be kissed quietly like being fed.

After 10 minutes, I finally got the scene under control: Lambert was sitting by the fireplace, looking down at the grilled chicken, leg of lamb, and pork on the ground, motionless, as if he was thinking about what to say.Ophelia was wearing a thin blanket, sitting on the sofa, looking at him with complicated eyes.

I handed her a cup of hot tea.She said thank you softly, was silent for a while, and asked: "After dawn, can he really change back?"

"can."

"Is he really the Highness I know?"

I remembered the way Lambert knelt on one knee, tasted the blood elegantly with one finger, and said, "Yes... Don't look at him like this, in fact, he still retains the habits of being a human being."

With that said, we looked at Lambert together.At this time, he seemed to have just figured out how to eat those things. His giant claws lifted a roast chicken, opened his mouth, and swallowed it whole like a snake.

Ophelia: "..."

I:"……"

She shook her head, wrapped the blanket tightly, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect Your Highness to become like this. I was so naive, I thought I turned into a wild beast, just with some snake scales on my body...Miss Rosalind, thank you for saving me today." I."

"You're welcome."

"Do you mind if I tell you what's on my mind?"

"I don't mind, just tell me."

"From a very young age, I knew that His Highness would be the future king. He showed extraordinary reason when he was still a teenager. He is a role model for our generation. Since I was a child, my wish has been to marry Your Highness, become his queen, let him deal with the affairs of state without any worries..." She looked at Lambert sadly and confusedly, "I always thought that I loved him, even if he was cursed by a witch, I still had the confidence to unravel the flaws in him. Magic. However, when I saw him like this, my first reaction was to deny his existence and think he was dead... Am I vicious?"

"You're just scared." I held her hand, "Look, don't you have that kind of thought now?"

She lowered her head, took a sip of hot tea, and smiled wryly: "Rosa...can I call you Rosa? In order to be worthy of Your Highness, I gave up my life, read some books I didn't like, and did things I didn't like. After all these years...I thought I was worthy of him, but just now, I realized that I was missing a very important quality."

She looked at me: "Brave. I am not as brave as you, dare to touch his sharp scales, dare to kiss his ugly lips, dare to block his attack... I am not so philanthropic, and I can be so innocent. Accept him." She put down her teacup, even though her lips were bright red from the hot tea, her face was still extremely pale, "I'm too cowardly."

"It's human nature, Ophelia, you don't have to blame yourself."

She glanced at Lambert again: "It can be seen that His Highness trusts you very much, and you like His Highness very much... You are very suitable, and I am not worthy of him. I will set off to return to the Northland early tomorrow morning. I wish you peace and happiness .”

I didn't expect her to have the same idea as me.Out of sympathy, or out of emotional resonance, I stopped her: "Ophelia!"

The volume was not well controlled, and even Lambert turned to look at me.I hurriedly lowered my voice: "You are the most outstanding woman I have ever seen. Not everyone can accept that my sweetheart turns into a beast... You must not blame yourself like this. I can accept his appearance as a beast, not because of me Braver than you, but because when I knew him, he was not a prince, nor would he be a future king. To me, he had no meaning of faith and sustenance, just a cursed man. I had no vision or hope for him I look forward to it, so whether or not he turns into a beast will not affect how I feel about him."

She stood there, her figure was like a frail platycodon flower, but she was far away and unstoppable.She bowed her head and thought for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Thank you for your comfort, Rosa. You are the kindest and bravest girl I have ever met." After she finished speaking, she straightened her back and turned to walk towards the stairs in the middle of the castle. Elegant, unhurried pace.

I rubbed the space between my brows, sat down on the sofa exhaustedly, and let out a long sigh.When I looked up again, I saw Lambert sitting beside me.

Probably because of Ophelia's departure, he looked very relaxed, his pupils dilated into a circle, and when he focused on me, he had the illusion of being trusted by him wholeheartedly.

"……what's wrong?"

He slowly approached my face, stretched out the snake letter and licked my lips.I pushed his shoulder, puzzled.He looked at my palm and lowered his head, as if he wanted to rub against my palm, but his head was too big to rub against my palm no matter what.He growled impatiently twice, and finally touched the back of my hand with his flat snake mouth.

After finishing all this, he rolled his eyes with a satisfied and satisfied expression, and continued to eat by the fireplace.

I was baffled, and had no idea what he was proud of and satisfied with.