They met in the soft glow of the shattered curse. Rose petals, thorns, and glass shards crunched beneath their feet.
The prince reached for his lover with shaking hands. He gazed up at him through long lashes. ‘It’s truly over?’
The Beast, as they called him, took the prince’s slender hands in his own heavy paws. ‘It’s over,’ he said. ‘The enchantress is gone.’
The prince drew his leonine lover into a gentle kiss.
At last, the Beast was free to love unchained.
Just a little Beauty & the Beast retelling!
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