Beasty and the Brave

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After that soulful and meaningful moment, the boy pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, while Beasty's eyes~ still closed :

There it was;

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

He opened his eyes to see an undeniable beauty, a beauty that felt like melting his soul. A wave of love and compassion passed through his eyes, making him cry.

Mary opened her eyes too and the moment was complete.

"What?" Mary could see a strange spark in his eyes that felt like a whisper of a magical dream to her.

"You did it, Mary"

"I did what?"

He immediately took her hands and rushed her to a small Crystal-clear spring, where he motioned her to take a look at herself.

As soon as she glanced into the water to see her reflection she got spellbound by her very Beauty.

It wasn’t Beasty she was seeing—it was a girl, a being of such beauty that she had never witnessed before, not in anyone else.

She touched her face, out of curiosity, and waved in the reflection to see if it were really her, and it turned out He was correct.

That moment felt everything to Mary. She closed her eyes in gratitude and thanked God for helping her after all these years. He almost cried.

"You are that True Heart, aren't you?" A new shine in Mary's eyes.

A soft, smug laugh slipped from the boy's lips, warm and kind.

"I mean, the love that transformed you back and cured you must be a True Love." His lips portrayed a cute smirk.

Mary was wholly lost in his miraculous eyes, dwelling deep somewhere when she said,

"Say less, and tell me: Who are you?"

"I'm Bruce. That's the only thing I know."

She was astonished and her eyes wide open.

"Bruce? Are you sure?"

"Haha, Why would I lie about my name? At least that's what my master told me, and the Aunt before who brought me up told me that my name was 'Bruce'. Why you don't like it? We can change it to what you li....."

"Shhh....."

Mary placed her delicate finger on his lips and bowed at a perfectly 45-degree angle, holding one end of her dress, in a Royal manner.

"What are you doing?"

"Lord Bruce, it's really you! I can't believe I'm standing in front of you. And I am so sorry for my rude behavior earlier."

"PFFFT—AHAHAHAHA!"

Bruce started laughing hard like he heard a joke.

"My Lord, what happened?"

"What are you doing, Mary? I know I'm handsome and that might've confused you with some "KING", hahaha. And "My Lord"??? "

He kept laughing and telling her that he was not a king. He told her that his parents abandoned him in another forest and then some old Aunt brought him up. And when he was 7, a master took his responsibility and died soon. He'd spent most of his life alone in the forest far away from there.

Nonetheless, Mary was still sure that he was King Bruce.

"Show me your neck, then..."

"What do you mean by neck?" A teasy smirk on his lips.

"Don't worry! I just wanna SEE the back of your neck"

"Alright"

He pulled the cloth off his neck to make it visible, there it was; The Royal Mark.

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Author's Note:

The Final Part coming soon.

Thank you so much for sticking with me. Ya'll are Love <3