Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter seven
The French nobleman paused at the bottom of the tower. It was higher than he thought it would be. There were deep red curtains on the window and it appeared dark. She was probably asleep….
There was no sign of a monster though.
Maybe it was just a myth made to scar people….
He cleared his throat, preparing his voice to shout up to the princess.
Suddenly something grabbed his shirt collar and pushed him into the wall of the tower. He gasped in shock, quickly dropping the flowers. Luckily he still had a hold on the torch, though the flame went out.
It was the hideous beast!
That was what passed through his head when he was attacked by the inhuman strength.
His eyes widened in shock as he was lifted high off the ground easily by the collar of his light blue jacket. He couldn't see anything in the blackness apart from the glow of the dying embers of his torch.
His back was to the stone tower and he could feel himself being scraped against it roughly as he dangled there.
The monster was below him now, staring up at him with deadly, toxic green eyes that glowed angrily in the dark. The French man gave out a loud gasp followed by a short, small scream and he soon realised that he was going to die.
If he was going to die… then he at least wanted to see the repulsive face of the ugly creature… that would end his lovely life…
He lifted up the torch in between him and the monster and gasped.
The beast was human!
A man!
Sacré bleu, he was hot!
He stared at the man.
He was almost naked, apart from simple baggy trousers.
Even in the faint glow of the fading torch, he could tell this man had beautiful milky white skin that was probably as flawless as his own pampered skin. The oranges and yellows reflected off of it, highlighting all his remarkable muscles on his torso and arms.
His hair was a deep bloody scarlet and looked coarse. His features were strong too. He had a defined nose and a strong jaw though his cheeks still had a slight mild child like softness to them that gave a sense of immaturity. His ears seemed unusually pointed which was weird. His lips were full and sensual.
His eyes too. That green which he had found so terrifying were strangely hypnotising in this light. They were like emeralds which shone brightly and surrounded by short red eye lashes. The only strange thing was that rather than having round human pupils, they were small slits like cat eyes.
He didn't have the normal conventional beauty that the nobleman possessed himself but that didn't stop his appeal.
In short – this man was sexy.
He gulped loudly, blushing slightly.
He suddenly remembered the men saying 'prince', not 'princess'…
Maybe this man was the prince? "A-Are t-tu the prince who l-livez in z-zis tower?"
He laughed loudly, flashing large canine teeth like a wolf. "Ye think I'm tha prince?" He laughed again, smirking widely. "Nee… I'm tha monster tha' keep tha poor, bonnie 'maiden' in his tower."
Suddenly he remembered a different part of the knight's and trader's conversation.
'They can appear as humans do'…
This man wasn't his prince.
It was the monster.
(A/N – Surprise France! The monster looks human and is hot! (That's mainly due to my favouritism towards my own country but I have tried to be equal….)
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