This came to my mind last night, quite randomly. What happened after the Beast became human again? My interpretation, as told by Belle.
I was afraid of you when we met. It is said that appearances can be deceiving, but for you, you're appearance was what you were: a monster. I tried so hard to bring out the human within, but each time I would fail, and you would retreat deeper and deeper into yourself, lashing out angrily. I was afraid of you, afraid for my life, afraid for my soul. I though things would never change.
Finally, one day, you proved me wrong, and began to let your gentle nature through. I loved you for that. I loved you for the person you were; that kind and gentle beast within.
Then you changed.
You became the prince I always knew you as.
I have been told never to judge a book by it's cover, but you are so different now. Instead of quiet nights with a good book by the fire, you insist on lavish celebration with dancers and loud musicians. Once you loved a candlelit dinner for two. Now you relish in huge banquets with hundreds of guests. Once I was the one you loved, and the only one. Now you smile flirtatiously at all the servant maids who passed. I must confess, I feel no love for you now. I loved my Beast. And now he is gone.
But as I lie here, in a pool of my own blood and broken bone at the bottom of the stairs, I look back on these things and realize you are still you. As I die here, by your hand, I can sleep with a smile on my lips. You never changed: You're still a monster inside.
I was afraid of you when we met. It is said that appearances can be deceiving, but for you, you're appearance was what you were: a monster. I tried so hard to bring out the human within, but each time I would fail, and you would retreat deeper and deeper into yourself, lashing out angrily. I was afraid of you, afraid for my life, afraid for my soul. I though things would never change.
Finally, one day, you proved me wrong, and began to let your gentle nature through. I loved you for that. I loved you for the person you were; that kind and gentle beast within.
Then you changed.
You became the prince I always knew you as.
I have been told never to judge a book by it's cover, but you are so different now. Instead of quiet nights with a good book by the fire, you insist on lavish celebration with dancers and loud musicians. Once you loved a candlelit dinner for two. Now you relish in huge banquets with hundreds of guests. Once I was the one you loved, and the only one. Now you smile flirtatiously at all the servant maids who passed. I must confess, I feel no love for you now. I loved my Beast. And now he is gone.
But as I lie here, in a pool of my own blood and broken bone at the bottom of the stairs, I look back on these things and realize you are still you. As I die here, by your hand, I can sleep with a smile on my lips. You never changed: You're still a monster inside.
