Jeanne was roughly shoved into her room, a plush bed in the middle adorned with very fine and expensive pillows and sheets and duvets. The wall was plastered with an intricate sort of wallpaper; all of the furnishings were of the latest French style. Even though it was a beast, it was against its fashion sense to keep things out of style. So her room was furnished with the latest cherry dressing table and chairs, as well as brushes and rouges and all sorts of make-up, as if the beast expected her to be there. She frowned, not even given a moment with her father and sister, Jeanne went to the window and saw them at the front, they stared agape at the closed door in front of them. Slowly, the two figures turned around and walked back the way they came. She watched them with tears dotting her eyes "Goodbye" She whispered.

The beast went back to its room and sat down with a loud huff and sat in its chair, it also went to the window and it watched the visitors down below with a sneer, waiting until they had gone back home. As far as the beast was concerned, they were trespassers now that the deal had been fulfilled.

Jeanne stayed in the castle for years, not leaving the inside except for a walk in the garden. She would walk along the rose bushes and all the other pretty flowers beds in the Beast's garden. In the winter, she would roll up small balls of snow and carve things into it with sticks. She tried her hardest to feel at home. Although it proved difficult, with said Beast following her into the garden and simply standing there and watching her.

Jeanne figured out in a while from observing, and from Gabriel's help, that the Beast stared at her so and didn't say much to her because said monster was new to having someone else in the castle besides itself and Gabriel. So it didn't have a lot of manners. Jeanne took this into account as she was exploring the castle for the hundredth…maybe thousandth time, Jeanne couldn't count very high. She was given free roam of the castle, allowed to go into any room in said castle as she pleased, except the Beast's room. She did grow curious and once while the Beast was having a nap in the garden (It preferred the coolness of the outside to the muggy inside) she snuck into the room and found something that she never thought she would see before. She saw portraits, but they were torn to shreds.

Jeanne went up to them slowly and curiously, reaching up as far as her arms could stretch and she put the torn shreds together. Her eyes widened at the face that stared back very kindly at her. It was a bust of a very handsome man with a heart shaped face and shoulder length golden hair. The most handsome thing about him were his eyes. They had a mischievous sparkle in them, and they were as blue as the ocean on a clear sunny day. His smile had a small smirk toying at the corner of his lips. She had a hard time turning away from the portrait, even though her arms were getting tired from holding up the pieces so high.

Jeanne snuck back out of the Beast's room and quickly down the hall that only its room was located. She didn't watch where she was going and bumped into something, toppling it over. She had closed her eyes upon impact and slowly opened them.

She had ran into the Beast and it had seen where she was coming from.

She quickly scrambled to her feet and walked away from the Beast. She didn't look back to see if it was following her or its expression, she just walked back to her own room and stayed there for about a day or so. She didn't bother about to eat, she was too frightened about the Beast seeing where she was.

It took her about a day and a half to venture out of her room and eat dinner with it. She sat there in silence eating slowly, even though her mind was telling her to shovel the food in because she was very hungry. She looked up at the Beast, who was eating its meal and looking quite irritated at the meat on its plate. Jeanne bit her lip slightly and looked at it still "I-I'm sorry, Master" She said, as she had grown accustomed to calling it this.

The Beast's eyes looked up at her and peered. It said nothing, just looking back at its dinner and finishing. It finally looked up at her with a look of disappointment clear in its eyes "What did you want to see in there" It asked, more of a statement than a question and it folded its arms.

Jeanne's mouth moved, although she could form no words. She stammered for quite a long time before words came out "I wanted to see what was so important that you would keep it from me" She said finally.

The Beast was speechless. Hide? It wasn't hiding anything. The Beast grumbled slightly and sat up more, leaning its arms on the table and leaned forward, snarling "Why did you go in there." It growled "Even when I told you not to"

Jeanne nodded persistently "I told you! I wanted to see what was in there! What was forbidden for me to see!" She said raising her voice.

The Beast rolled its eyes but continued "What did you see?" It asked even though it already knew the answer.

Jeanne sighed for a moment, her sudden burst of anger fleeting from her. She slumped back down in her seat. "I…I saw portraits…" She said "Of the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life…he looked so kind and gentle but, there was something in those beautiful blue eyes that I couldn't put my finger on…" She looked up at the Beast, who was looking at her. Something struck a chord in her somewhere.

The Beast had the same color eyes as she saw in the portraits.