Four years have past. Four miserable, terrible, hateful, painful, horrible years as a hideous beast. That's all I am now. I'm not Prince Brandon; I'm not even Brandon anymore. I'm just master to my servants of household objects, or worst, Beast. I'm nobody anymore. I've lost everything. I wish I could go back to where I used to be, go back to who I used to be, go back to that fateful Christmas night, four years ago.
I have given up hope. Four years have past since the rose was given to me. Only a year remaining before I am a beast forever. I have given up hope that a maiden and love will find themselves here in my castle. I will never marry. I will never love. I will never see the face of a woman every morning when I awake with her beside me. I will never find happiness and joy. I will never… be… human….
Again.