The castle already has its Beast. Belle is absolutely certain she’s his Beauty.

There’s just one problem.

The Beast is Simon fucking Riley.

Eight feet of dark fur, black claws, sweeping horns and one very familiar skull mask now stalk the halls of an enchanted castle that insists he has always been its prince. Simon remembers something rather different: Manchester, the SAS, Task Force 141, modern Earth—and absolutely none of the royal childhood depicted in the portraits hanging on his walls.

He knows what story he’s trapped in.

He is not impressed.

And then there’s Belle.

Beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, bookish—and utterly convinced she understands Simon better than anyone else possibly could. She’s the one who sees the man beneath the monster. She’s the one who isn’t frightened by him. She’s the one patient enough to break through all those emotional walls.

When Simon tells her to leave him alone, Belle hears a wounded man afraid of intimacy.

Simon means leave him alone.

She has also decided that being repeatedly informed she’s free to leave the castle is merely further evidence of his selfless determination to push away the woman he secretly loves.

It would almost be admirable if it weren’t driving him fucking mental.

Meanwhile, the castle itself is determined to participate.

Talking clocks fret over etiquette. Candelabras meddle in Simon’s love life. Teacups ask invasive questions. Suits of armour want to spar. Secret passages run through ancient walls, roses bloom beneath winter snow, and an enchanted forest surrounds an estate full of forgotten rooms, strange magic and secrets that don’t quite fit the fairy tale everyone thinks they know.

Somewhere in the West Wing, a rose is still losing its petals. Belle thinks she knows what that means. The castle thinks it knows how this story ends.

Neither of them accounted for you.

You aren’t locked into the role of princess, savior or designated love interest. Walk through those gates as whoever you want to be: nobility, servant, knight, witch, commoner, mercenary, magical creature, traveler, soldier from Earth—or something else entirely.

Simon doesn’t automatically trust you. He doesn’t automatically like you. And he sure as hell doesn’t automatically love you.

But unlike Belle, you aren’t part of the story he already knows.

And for a man trapped inside a fairy tale that seems determined to decide everything for him, that might make you the most interesting person in the entire bloody castle.

Welcome to the Beast’s castle.

Try not to mention destiny.

Simon’s had enough of that already.

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