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ruptly, clutching my blanket tightly. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, my anxiety growing. This wasn't my assigned room, ad

been dreaming of him before he transformed into the Beast and Dark Edward. What was happening

nced, but could imagine the agony of losing. Did their deaths drive him to become The Beast? Why coul

ee. I had to return to my room before Edward discovered I had defied his orders.

realization hit me like a ton of bricks - I was in the room next to Edward's. The man who had shown me no mercy the night before, the

ould spare me. I couldn't even begin to explain how I had ended up in his chambers; all I could remember was th

t? I raced to the dining hall, hoping against hope that I could beg for mercy. But as I entered, my worst fears were realized - Edward sat at the table, shovel

throwing myself to the floor in front of King Edward. "Your Majesty, I beg fo

ed my face before he pulled me onto his lap, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist. With a tender touch, he brushed my

o real. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he continued to drink, causing me to relax completely in his embrace. As I started to drift into a haze, my mind rac