There was once a handsome prince, more hella than any other in his era. He had dashingly long ginger hair that cascaded around him as though a mane of fire had been blessed upon him by a kiss of luck. His blue eyes spoke, for his mouth said little. The eyes seduced any woman, from the elderly widows on their deathbeds to the wailing newborn babes fresh from the womb. The prince was careful with this power, but took many a girl's maidenhead in his time. But one night, he sat alone at his castle. His servants bustled around, cleaning up from his day's conquests, both those from battlefield and those in bed.
But then, a knock came on the door. "Now what is this?" He pondered. He shifted his backside on his throne, feeling his tender butt cheeks rub up against the silk covering. "Mistress Alisa, please get the door." A long haired blond maiden of 13 climbed out from under the covers of one of the Prince's many beds to go answer the door. He watched the girl lustfully, as she trotted toward the door. Alisa was the betrothed of one of his new kitchen boys, a lad named Charles, but the prince got to take her maidenhood first. Charles's mother was one of the prince's chefs, and had always been a close friend of his father's. It was an impressive match for such a low born boy, but Alisa was a foreigner. But the Prince had liked that spicy, foreign taste. It was really Charles's fault to let her live with his family.
Alisa opened the door, and revealed a hideous old woman. Her snaggle tooth hung at an odd angle and her warts multiplied by the minutes. The prince screamed. "Why are you wearing crocs? Guards, execute her! She is wearing socks with them too, my gods!" Two tall buff men grabbed the old hag. "Take her to the guillotine!" The old woman did not struggle as she was dragged away. As the hideous hag was placed in the guillotine, Alisa came and sat down on the prince's lap.
Suddenly, Charles the kitchen boy ran in. "Alisa! How could you betray me like this? You're sick!" The prince stood up and took a stride toward Charles. "She was sick, so I gave her a taste of my 100% all beef thermometer! She had a fever all right- the hots for me!" Charles stood a half foot shorter than the prince, at only 14 years of age. The prince's 21 years brought him fully grown, but the lad Charles was still going through a growth spurt. Charles's blond hair curled around his ears and his blue eyes shone with tears. "What are you going to do about it?" Charles took a step back. His rage had driven to face the king but now the short boy was lost. "I-I-I'll fight you!" The prince chuckled. "Let's hope your mummy will still be ready to cook me dinner after this is over." Charles charged at the prince but the prince just punched him in the head, breaking his skull open. The pink stuffings spilt out over the floor. Alisa screamed and ran out of the castle.
The old woman ripped away from the guards and ran toward the boy. "You need to know the meaning of love!" The old woman screeched. "I can show you the meaning of love with this! BADA-BA-BOOM!" The prince waved his hands wildly and pointed at the joint of his legs. The old woman slapped him and wailed "No! True love! You have killed not for love, but for lust. That boy lies dead, but I shall give him a chance. Take this rose. If you cannot find true love before the rose dies, you will remain a beast forever." A red rose appeared floating in the air. "But a rose? It dies so quickly!" The old woman transformed into a beautiful young woman. The prince drooled slightly. "Then I guess you have very little time, Beast." The prince cocked his head, confused. "Beast? What do you mean, wench? I am a beautiful prince!" The woman waved her arms and the prince felt his once smooth skin erupt with ragged sheaves of fur. His back hunched, and his face twisted. He saw his servants contorting as well and the red rose rested on his throne. His vision blurred out, and he tried to scream. But only a roar echoed out through the halls.