Bonnie POV:

I allowed the warm water to coat my hands while I washed the filthy dishes. Washing dishes seemed to be one chore that the other servants neglected.

I sighed as I washed each dish one by one. I decided not to use magic that time because it was not very useful since I barely knew any good spells.

I continued to wash the dishes because I knew that they would remain uncleaned if I did not clean them myself. I heard the sound of light footsteps walking into the kitchen, and I chose not to turn around. I knew by the sound of the light footsteps that it could not have been the Beast.

"My goodness, what are you doing up this late dear?" I heard a frail, tired voice say. I turned around to see Mrs. Potts dressed in a long white gown with her hair tied in a neat bun.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to wash the uncleaned dishes from dinner tonight." I said turning my attention back to the dishes.

"Oh, well I understand, my state of weariness seems to keep me up at night." Mrs. Potts said placing her hand on the counter for support.

"It's because of the curse isn't?" I asked.

"Yes. Sometimes I feel like none of us have any hope." Mrs. Potts answered with her eyes falling to the floor.

"I wish there was something I could do. I wish I was capable of breaking the curse with my magic." I said while I continued to wash dishes.

"Why do you feel you are incapable of breaking the curse?" Mrs. Potts questioned.

"Because my grandmother's grimoire was stolen not long after I was born. After I learned I was a witch my grandmother taught me an array of different spells, but I cannot cast any new or powerful spells without a spell book." I said feeling defeated.

"I see. Don't trouble yourself over this dear. I will just have to learn to accept that we all will forever be trapped inside of this castle frozen in time." Mrs. Potts said with a somber expression.

There was a long silence between us, and the only sound in the room was coming from the clicking noises of the dishes as I washed them.

"You should not be so harsh towards him." Mrs. Potts replied suddenly, and I turned my head around swiftly.

I stopped washing the dishes, and I held a clean champagne glass in my hand. "Who?" I asked already aware of her answer.

"Master, the man whom you refer to as a Beast. You do not know him as well as I do. I have known him since the day he was born, and I know that deep down there is some good left in him. It just takes a special person to find it." Mrs. Potts said and I could tell she did not appreciate me calling her master a beast.

I shook my head at Mrs. Potts blindness.

"The Beast holds a hex over my father's head, and he made me choose between my freedom and my father's life. The Beast locked me in the prison tower and assigned me to be his slave forever. I cannot even began to explain how monstrous your Master is. I could never forgive him for what he has done to me." I snapped and the champagne glass I held in my right hand suddenly shattered into pieces.

I glared at my right hand in shock. I felt ill because the Beast was close to reducing me to insanity. Dark red blood ran down my fingers from a large gash going across to palm of my hand along with several tiny glass shards stuck inside of my palm.

"Oh dear. Come with me, I should have a pair of tweezers in my room." Mrs. Potts said grabbing my arm and guiding me out of the kitchen. We walked into the main foyer carefully.

Once we arrived at the top of the stairs, we walked onto the hall where my room was located. Mrs. Potts room was only several bedrooms away from mine.
When we arrived inside of the room, I noticed that her room was much smaller than mine. The only thing in her room was an average sized bed with pure white sheets, a window across from the bed, and a small wooden wardrobe beside the window. The room was lit by several candles, but it was still very dark. Mrs. Potts searched under the bed until she finally found what she was looking for.

"There we are." Mrs. Potts said holding a pair of rustic tweezers and a torn piece of white cloth.

"Are you sure it is safe to use those tweezers." I asked unsure about the quality of her medical care.
"Of course dear, I use them when Chip hurts himself all the time." Mrs. Potts replied calmly.

Mrs. Potts looked from my hand to her bedroom door behind me.
I turned around to see the door open, and the Beast standing there in the darkest part of the hall.

"Good morning, Master." Mrs. Potts stated, and I could tell she was trying to suppress her fear.

"I believe you should be saying goodnight Mrs. Potts, it is awfully late from you to still be wondering the halls." The Beast said walking out of the darkness and into the room.

"Now, I can understand why Bonnie would still be awake since I ordered her to complete every important servant's task around the castle. But I expected you to be in a peaceful slumber at this time."

"I am sorry Master, but you are aware of my troubling thoughts. They somehow seem to keep me up at night." Mrs. Potts said holding her head down.

"Well make sure, you stay in your room the next time your thoughts trouble you." The Beast spat.

"Yes Master." Mrs. Potts muttered.

"All right you're dismissed." The Beast said seriously and Mrs. Potts eyes widen.

"But this is her room." I said cutting in for the first time.

"As I said Mrs. Potts you are dismissed." The Beast said for a second time and Mrs. Potts was speechless. She walked past the Beast slowly and exited the room without saying another word.

Once Mrs. Potts was gone, I knew it was my opportunity to set the Beast straight.
"You cannot dismiss someone from their room." I said walking toward the Beast.

"I can when they are standing in the way." The Beast said looking into my eyes.

"Standing in the way of what?" I questioned wanting a sincere answer.

The Beast's angered expression changed suddenly and he huffed at my question. He chose to ignore my question, and he looked down at my bleeding hand instead.

"You are hurt. What happened?" He replied.

"I was washing dishes, and I accidently cracked a champagne glass." I said uncomfortably.

"You were thinking about me weren't you?" The Beast remarked with a side smile spreading across the burned side of his face.

"You are not serious." I stated wondering how anyone in his positon could be arrogant.

"Let me see you hand." The Beast instructed more patient than I expected.
"No, it's fine." I said placing my hand towards my chest.

"You are dripping blood onto Mrs. Potts floor now let me see the wound." He ordered, and I gradually moved my hand away from my chest so he could examine the damage.

The Beast glared at my hand, and I could not read his expression. "It could be worse." Was all he said.

"May I." The Beast asked for permission to touch my wrist.

"I just need a little." The Beast said.

"No." I replied.

The Beast grabbed a spot not for away from my injury. I gasped in pain. I suddenly felt light headed as magic was being drained from my body slowly and painfully.
The pain ended in a matter of seconds, but I still felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.

"Are you alright?" The Beast questioned and for a second I could have sworn he seemed truly concerned.

"Like you care." I spat and the Beast frowned.

He waved his hand over my wound while he chanted a spell. The broken glass shards disappeared along with the long, deep gash.

I sighed in relief at the release of stinging pain that spread through my palm. The wound was gone all because of the Beast.

He healed me. I thought.

I looked down at my hand to make sure it was not one of his cruel tricks. I could not believe my eyes. The Beast did not deceive me.

When I looked away from my hand I noticed that the Beast had disappeared from the bedroom with no anticipation of gratitude from me or at least a goodnight.

I was left standing in the cool bedroom alone in the earliest part of the morning, and I pondered what did the Beast truly want from me?

AN: Hello! All right, first of all I want to share my good news. I know in one of the earlier chapters I stated something about making a bad grade in my math class, but I applied for the class again and I passed this time. Now, I have a B in the math class, and I am free for the rest of the summer.

Ok, I just had to get that off my chest. Thanks for the well wishes and happy birthdays. I really appreciate it! .

Anyway, one thing I can point out about this chapter is Mrs. Potts is suffering from depression so her troubled thoughts are just sparked by her depression.

I should also probably warn you that the next chapter will be a slight time jump. Thanks for reading.