[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

In a blink of an eye, two days have passed.I found the castle weird not only for its owner... the castle itself was weird too.It seems to be alive.When I was sleeping at night, I could hear someone whispering in my ear, but when I opened my eyes, those rustling sounds disappeared again.

After going back and forth, I was tossed into a little nervous breakdown. What's more, I searched the study on this floor, but I couldn't find a way to rescue my father... I began to doubt whether living in the castle was the right choice.

Today, after I finished washing, I was going to the study to continue reading the book I hadn't finished yesterday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw an invitation letter floating on the floor.

It was a light golden invitation letter, and it smelled of expensive perfume.I picked it up, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it.That day, I seem to have smelled the same smell on Lambert's collar.

When I took it apart, there was no title or politeness inside, only one sentence:

See you in the lobby at seven o'clock tonight.

Not even signed.

I hold the invitation letter and my mind is in a mess.Even though two days have passed, when I think of the cold and slippery black scales on that person... my heart still trembles.

I am really afraid of him.

Tucking the invitation letter under the pillow, I sat on the bed and stared blankly for a while.I don't know if it was my illusion, those rustling voices sounded again.This time, I heard them say:

"She doesn't seem to want to see the invitation letter from the master..."

"The owner didn't even write down the name and signature. She is too arrogant. She must be unhappy."

"You don't understand women. She must think that the master is not sincere enough, so she didn't come to invite her personally. When the master was still a prince, those women complained like this!"

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I covered my forehead with some headaches. Are these voices my hallucinations?

Because of this invitation letter, I didn't have the mood to go to the study, and stayed alone in the room, quietly thinking about what to do at night.

In the evening, the sky turns into a deep blue ocean, with rose-purple tides.I leaned on the sofa, looked at the book anxiously, and looked at the door from time to time.

Just at this time, the clock pointed to six o'clock, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.I took a deep breath and opened the door. I thought I would see Lambert, but I saw a rose-colored dress lying on the ground.

This is probably the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen in my life: rose-colored gauze over light purple satin, star-like diamonds and olive leaf-shaped gold intertwined on the fluffy skirt.There are no whalebone panniers, and the skirts are held up by layers of heavy but light calico.

This is... for me?

I looked at this dress for 2 minutes, and finally I couldn't resist the temptation of the beautiful dress and hugged it into the room.

There is a saying..... Cannibals have short mouths, but short hands.If my father's illness had nothing to do with Lambert, then I owe him a lot.We must find time to return it to him in the future.

Putting on the long skirt, I walked to the full-length mirror, stretched my hands to the back to close the zipper, and put on two long velvet gloves.This skirt is too big, and you have to stand a little farther away to see your whole picture in the mirror.

Inexplicably, I thought of my long-dead mother.The old people in the village said that I looked like my mother, but they didn't say a word about what my mother looked like or why she died.

At exactly seven o'clock, there was another knock on the door.I stood up straight and froze in place.It wasn't until the third knock on the door that I belatedly remembered that I should go to open the door.

Opening the door, Lambert stood at the door.Two days later, his demeanor has changed a lot, he is no longer as cold and gloomy as when he first saw him - of course, it may be his disguise.He was wearing a black gown with gold buttons, the collar was open to reveal an intricately wrinkled shirt.Seeing me, he was stunned for two seconds, then turned his head to look away, and said indifferently: "Dinner is ready, come down."

I am a little confused: all this trouble, just want to have dinner with me?

Nodding, I lifted my skirt and prepared to go downstairs, but he grabbed my wrist and ordered concisely: "Give me your hand."

The wall lamp in the corridor is warm yellow, and this time I can clearly see his palm.Not only are the backs of his hands covered with armor-like black scales, but there is also a layer of transparent skin between his fingers, and his nails are as sharp as lizards.I couldn't help but get goosebumps on my back, I comforted myself, I've kissed before, now it's just holding hands, what are I afraid of...

I pursed my lips, as if going to die, and put my hand into his palm.

Still so cold and so creamy, I had a little chill.He silently tightened his hand and led me downstairs.

Walking into the hall, I was stunned: fresh roses piled up on the long table, white long candles were placed at both ends, there were chilled champagne, ripe fruit, and prawns from the deep sea on the table. Charred and tender, the huge prosciutto occupies half of the table, and in the middle is a pot of creamy soup made of black truffle...

It was the first time I saw such a sumptuous dinner, and I swallowed subconsciously.Lambert walked over and pulled out a chair: "Please." After speaking, he went to sit by the fireplace, crossed his legs, and read a book with a calm expression.

I froze for a moment, I had never seen such an invitation to dinner.After thinking about it, he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"You don't want to dine with me," he said.

"Let's eat together..." I said, "If you are like this, how can I have the nerve to eat?"

He closed the book and glanced at me: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

He threw the book away, walked up to me and sat down, unwrapped the napkin and spread it on his knees: "I hope it won't affect your appetite." His tone was polite.

Then, in the next second, his action shocked me: he actually picked up the half-meter-long ham, roughly tore off a piece of meat with his teeth, and chewed it expressionlessly, as if he was biting an antelope. A cheetah with a nape.

I stared blankly for a long time before remembering to eat.Seeing me pick up the soup bowl, he wiped his lips with the corner of the napkin on his lap, and raised his chin at the truffle soup: "If it's convenient, serve me a bowl too."

This bossy attitude... is quite like a prince.I did as I was told.

When he drank the soup, he was much quieter, but after a few sips, he couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking it like an animal.Probably because he noticed my gaze, he put down the bowl and said lightly, "I was cursed by the witch. If I can't find a woman who truly loves me, my appearance, personality, and even living habits will become more and more like animals. She said I I have a cunning character, so he gave me snake scales, and thought I was cold-blooded and fickle, so he gave me lizard eyes and nails. If next spring comes, if no one wants to love me, I will become a four-faced monster."

The sudden confession shocked me.

In fact, thinking about it, he may be as desperate as me to go to the doctor, as desperate: I chose to live in a strange castle, looking for a way to save my father; he chose to believe the nonsense of a strange woman, just to grasp the hope of breaking the curse.In a way, he and I are sympathetic.

If falling in love with someone is as simple as pressing a switch, then I will definitely press it without hesitation.Anyway, in a person's life, it is impossible to love only one person.After breaking his curse, I can legitimately ask him to save my father.

Sadly, loving or being loved is difficult.I didn't know how to answer the conversation. For a while, the atmosphere at the table fell into a solid silence.

After finishing his meal, he lowered his head and stroked the napkin with the pads of two fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled on his slender neck covered with black scales: "I want you to dance with me."

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