In the Tales of old, the Beast was a spoiled Prince. He was raised as such, and was a terrible and rotten child. Foul and pampered, he was cursed because of his vanity. Miserable and distraught over his new appearance, he hid himself in shame.
Long after, sometimes years, sometimes centuries, (depending on which story you read) along came a beauty to tame the heart of the wild beast. Love soon blossomed, battles were fought, tears were shed, and thoughts of love were shared.
In the end, true loves first kiss tears the spell from the flesh of the beast. Transformed once more into the Prince, (now much older and much wiser) he is thrust into the loving arms of the awaiting Beauty.
At Least....that's the way they wrote it.
In truth, there was no happily ever after. The Beast betrayed the Beauty, (he was just that....a Beast.) In turn, it twas Beauty that killed the Beast. She left him to fall to the hands of an awaiting mob. His head was placed on a pike to declare to the world...."THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LOVE A BEAST!!"
At least.....that's the way I heard it.
Every generation has its Beauties and its Beast's. They all have their fairy tales and their realities. A tale as old as time is redone, the stage reset with every new performance. The actors may change, as do names, props and languages. Yet, not ALL endings are happily ever after, and not every Beast gets its Rose.
At least.....that's the way I see it.
~ Dais De Beaumont.