There was many rumors that circulated the castle above the small village, mostly all bad. They spoke of a young prince being cursed by an enchantress. It’s rumored that the enchantress was searching for shelter one night and requested for the prince to aid her. When he had turned her away, she had cursed him and turned him into a terrible beast. He was to find love and be loved in return or he would have to stay that way forever. He would be a terrible beast for the rest of his life because he couldn’t feel for others. Most of the rumors were true, or most parts of the rumors that is. The prince had been cursed by an enchantress, but it was not into some hideous beast. Instead, he was cursed to forever be trapped inside of his own castle. He would have to walk the halls by himself, each and every day until he found true love. He had had many attempts at trying to find someone to love, someone to actually have a feeling towards but each woman that came through his doors was just like the last. They were terrified of him, of if the rumors were true. Though once they saw that he was still exactly the same, they did the same thing they always do. They basically threw themselves at him, and he detested them for it. He wished they would leave and never return. Being trapped in a castle by yourself, year after year, it did something to you. The prince became cynical, sarcastic, and above all else, loathing to any and every one that came around him. He no longer searched for true love, knowing that he would never find it. He knew that each year he would be wasting his time, each year he would be searching for something that didn’t exist. So he eventually stopped searching, he invited the women that came to his doors in simply because he got lonely. He needed human contact, even if he would send them away just like the ones before them. It was like clockwork for him. Each time he would allow a woman into his home, she would be terrified of him then fawn over him, and then he would send her away for he always felt nothing. Shoving a hand fiercely through chestnut hair, the male paced around the main living space of the castle. The curse did have some good aspects about it, like keeping his castle clean and well kept, as well as allowing him to never run out of food. Seeing as he was trapped in here for God knows how long, he thanked the witch for at least giving him an endless supply of food. Though, at the moment, food was the last thing on his mind. He had set down the book he had been reading, and now was pacing back and forth. He needed out of the castle, it was starting to drive him crazy. He had even lost count of how many years had gone by. Cursing under his breath, Bennett kicked a chair that was near him and stalked towards the front doors of his castle. Upon reaching them, the man threw them open to gaze out into the world he could not step into.