Belle thinks about that and what it must have been like to have so many vying to be your true love. She thinks about how her love cursed her, but her sisters' love gave her control. "She has nothing to fear from me and my intentions. I have very few, and none for her."

Magic was hardly welcomed back home, but the secret nature of the curse's end was born of shame. Philippe didn't wish for anyone to know what he had done to Belle anymore than she did. It was a painful story, and one hard to explain. True love was meant to be a saving grace, a mercy. But she still dreams of ripping her kings throat out with her teeth.

"I am sure he was far worse then, in that case." She almost wants to say that he failed at a great many things, but that is too personal. "I have many more stories like that."

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