Prelude to the Stars

A Reylo re-telling of Beauty and the Beast

In the beginning learning the curse could be broken had given him hope. Yet as he grew more reclusive that hope faded to cynicism. He snorted to himself at the memory, pushing away all of those ridiculous thoughts of hope that someone could ever love him like this aside. A hideous masked monster. He looked like a monster.

No. I am a monster, he thought to himself. No one in their right mind would ever look at him and think twice to even consider the option.

For who could ever learn to love a monster?