It was the start of December, and any hope Adam had once had was now gone. His curse had left him with far too much time with his thoughts, too much time to think about what everything all meant. He soon began to regret what he'd once been, as he really did see his beastly form as a reflection of his attitude. Despite what he thought of himself, he still couldn't help but feel anger towards the Enchantress. When he was cursed he was only ten years old, and his parents had been lost for a few years. He wondered if the Enchantress was merely turning him into a Beast before his actions made him one anyway.
Despite all of this thinking, he was still as cold as ever on the outside. Even if a kind hearted woman came in, there was no way she'd fall for such a cold and cruel man. He knew this all too well, and this was the reason he'd kept himself locked in his room for most the time. He hated how he treated his servants. The problem was, he couldn't stop himself from treating them so cruelly. His cold and hard shell protected him from the pain that he felt inside. Above all he also felt guilty, mostly guilty for what he'd done to his servants. At first he didn't care, he just wanted to solve this problem for his own good. However, after time, he soon saw that they were hiding their pain just as much as he was. He would hear them murmuring, crying. Sometimes he could overhear conversations, they told themselves and him the same lie over and over again, that they would all be back to normal any day soon. What they really believed was much less hopeful, for they knew that their freedom rested with someone loving their cruel master. So after seeing all the pain that he had brought to the people who had practically raised him, Adam soon felt guilty over it all. At first he'd tried to ignore it, not caring all that much for the feelings of anyone but himself, but after time he soon began to pity them. After all, the curse was upon the entire castle, but he was the only one who had caused it. It wasn't until that early December that Adam finally decided to open up to his closest servants.
Adam stared at the ornate wooden door of his room. Claw marks ran down the front of it, reminders of darker days he wished to forget about. A small breeze from the balcony behind him caused his hairs to stand on edge, but it didn't bother him all that much, he was far too anxious about opening the door. Reaching his overgrown paw towards it, he swallowed nervously as he contemplated what he was about to do. He wasn't usually like this, he was usually quick to open it if someone had annoyed him or gotten in his way. This was different, these weren't people that got in his way, these were the people who had been by his side. Unfortunately, Adam didn't know much about how to thank people, or just politeness in general. So when he wanted to be nice, it wasn't easy. Swallowing the pride that had been practically ingrained in him since birth, he opened the door which led to the West Wing, and headed onwards, in search of his servants.