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5: Beauty and the Beast"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable."5: Beauty and the Beast by *midnightfaery
Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall.
"I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up the opportunity to take her out for a short ride. Isn't that right old girl?"
Tilly bobbed her head as Mr. Gibbs ran his gloved hand back and forth against her neck, leading the old mare along through the snow and towards the barn.
Garrett walked beside Mr. Gibbs in silence, his thoughts turning to Mr. Leonard and the letter that he had placed in th
4: Beauty and the BeastSunlight streamed through the large window and across the foot of the bed, and for a moment Beth forgot where she was. She turned onto her back, staring up through the canopy of drapes hanging across the four poster bed, her anxiety and frustration over her situation returning as the after effects of sleep wore away.4: Beauty and the Beast by *midnightfaery
Beth hated how helpless she felt, trapped in a castle in the middle of a vicious storm that showed no signs of easing up. She sat up in bed and stretched her tired limbs, then scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders against the biting cold of morning.
Since there was nothing she could do about her situation, she focused instead on the small things she could control, such as getting dressed and straightening her bed. She was certain that Fiona would be upset with her for cleaning up a bit, but Beth wasn't the type who expected others to wait on her.
Once the bed was as close to perfect as she could get it, Beth went to the armoire where
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast by *midnightfaery
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast by *midnightfaery
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way