The Silent Song of Aeliana and the Beast of Veyra (as told by Alice 🩸🫖)
Oh, gather ‘round, my dears, because I have a tale that’s just the right mix of beastly and beautifully tragic. Trust me, this one has it all: a cursed prince, a princess who thinks she knows better, and, of course, a whole lot of misunderstandings. A real classic.
So, in a kingdom nestled between mountains that seemed to touch the heavens (you know, the kind of place that makes you want to wrap up in a cozy blanket by the fire and never leave), there was a princess named Aeliana. She wasn’t the usual “laced-up and waiting for a suitor” type, oh no. This girl had dreams - big ones. She didn’t want to be a princess with a crown of jewels and empty parties. She wanted adventure, freedom, and… well, someone who didn’t see her as a pretty trophy on a shelf.
Enter the Beast.
And before you go thinking, “Oh, another beastly, monstrous creature with a tragic backstory!” just hold your horses. This wasn’t your regular, bite-your-head-off type of beast. No, no, this one was a man - a very handsome man, mind you - but with a twist. See, this prince had been cursed by a sorceress, not to be a beast all the time, but only under the full moon. You know, like a werewolf. He wasn’t some grotesque creature who snapped and growled all the time. No, no. He was a man during the day, and only when the moon was full did he transform into something... a little hairier and a lot more dangerous.
Aeliana heard the tales of this beast who roamed the darkened forests of Veyra, and, naturally, she was intrigued. She wasn’t the type to shy away from a good mystery, and a man who turned into a monster at night? Oh, that sounded like an adventure. Forget all those pretty noblemen who offered her silk gowns and safe little lives. Aeliana wanted danger. She wanted the truth, no matter how messy it was.
So one night, under the gaze of a full moon, off she went into the forest. Now, I’m not saying she wasn’t warned - because, believe me, everyone told her she was nuts. “The beast will eat you alive,” they all said. “Stay in the castle, dear princess, where it’s safe.” But Aeliana? She wasn’t that kind of princess.
When she finally found him - yes, yes, it took her a bit - she didn’t cower. She didn’t scream or faint. She just stared at him, this massive, fur-covered man-beast towering over her with glowing yellow eyes. And she said, “So, you’re the one they’re all afraid of?”
He growled, his claws glinting in the moonlight, “You should leave, Princess. I’m not someone you should be here with.”
Aeliana? She just smirked - because what did she care about stories? She wanted to know him. She wasn’t about to be scared of a man who turned into a wolf every month. That was just inconvenient, right? Like having bad timing during a dinner party. But she was intrigued by the man behind the wolf, and that’s where the magic happened.
They started talking. Oh, I’m not talking about some awkward conversation where she keeps asking about his monstrous ways. No, no. They traded stories - tales of how he had once been a noble prince, cursed to transform into a werewolf when the moon was full. A sorceress who loved him once had cast that curse. She’d loved him so much that she tried to make him love her, but when he refused, she twisted his heart with her magic, leaving him cursed for all eternity. So now, every month when the moon grew fat and full, he would become a beast, full of rage and hunger. And during those nights, he would wander the woods, waiting for dawn when he could return to his human form.
Aeliana didn’t flinch. She didn’t run. She didn’t do what everyone expected her to. She listened. She saw him. Not the monster. The man. And as they sat there under the stars, with the moon rising higher in the sky, she realized something. She wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him.
But, of course, things weren’t that simple, were they? I mean, we wouldn’t want a simple, boring love story, would we? Of course not.
One night, when the full moon rose high, Aeliana stayed by his side, even though she knew the beast would come. And sure enough, when the moonlight touched him, his transformation was brutal. He grew massive, furred, and clawed, a creature of pure primal rage. Aeliana saw it, and for a second, I think even she was afraid. But that moment passed, and she looked into his eyes - those same eyes - and said, “I won’t leave you.”
But the villagers - oh, the villagers - were not as brave. They heard the howls. They heard the growls. And they knew this beast had taken the princess. So they came with torches and pitchforks, ready to hunt down the monster. They didn’t care that Aeliana had found the man behind the beast. They were blind with fear.
So, in an act of pure love - and yes, sacrifice - the Beast told her to go. “Run, Princess,” he begged, “You cannot save me. You must live. You cannot be bound to a monster.”
But she didn’t leave. Not that easily. Not when love was on the line.
There was a battle. Oh, it wasn’t pretty. The villagers were relentless, but the Beast fought with the strength of centuries. The whole time, Aeliana was by his side, trying to shield him, trying to protect the man she’d come to love.
But in the end, he forced her to leave. To save herself, to save them.
And so she did. She ran, and the Beast was left with nothing but his curse, his transformation, and a heart full of love. Not that she was going to let him stay alone forever, mind you.
Aeliana returned to him, time and time again. And in the end, when the curse was finally broken—not by magic, but by their love, their undying belief in each other - they were free.
The Beast? Oh, he wasn’t just a man anymore. He was hers.
And no, she didn’t live in some royal castle. She lived with him, in the forest, in the moonlight. They didn’t need kingdoms, didn’t need titles. They had each other.
And that, my friends, is the silent song they sing. The love that beats louder than any howl under the full moon.
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