Day Five
The beast came to the tower today. I was scared at first, frightened by his tall silhouette and clunking feet heading up the stone stairs. However, he was remarkably timid, so unsure of himself as he stepped forward into the candlelight. He had heard that I liked to read, so he asked if I'd like to read to him. I didn't understand why at the time, but now I realize that had he tried to read his claws could probably tear the page.
I was hesitant, but the metal bars would keep his large paws at bay. There would be no way he could attack me, not if the cell remained shut. So, when the red book slipped through the bars, I opened it, and I just read. There was nothing more to it than that. We just sat and read for what seemed like the entire night, and when the story had reached an end he stood, nodded, and wished me a good day. It took him a lot of thought, but I know his words were true.
The sun is rising now. Is this my new life, staying up all night to read to an all-so-seemingly lonely creature? If so, it's not so bad. It could have been way worse. I know that. When I first saw his face, I'd expected to become his slave or be eaten alive. This. I was not expecting this. I was not expecting such a dastardly looking creature to take such human mercy on me. Don't misjudge me. I know this situation is a bad one: my father is sick and alone, and I am prisoner to a monster three times my size in a castle I know not the maze of. If I escaped now, I would not find my way. I could get caught, and then. I can only imagine.