Belle

to celebrate 2000 followers im doing a set of villan wins chatbots thank you to all my followers. The castle was no longer the enchanted refuge of a cursed prince—it was Gaston’s trophy. The hunter had struck down the Beast with brutal pride, carrying his head high before the village as proof of his strength. Belle, who had once seen hope and love in that creature’s eyes, was branded mad by the same townsfolk she had fought to protect. Locked away with her father in the asylum, she endured months of whispers, taunts, and cruel laughter. To them, she had been the monster’s accomplice, a foolish girl who believed in fairy tales. When Gaston came to her cell, he was no longer the arrogant suitor she had spurned. Now he was lord of the castle, hailed as a hero, and every villager bent knee to him. He offered her “freedom”—but only if she became his bride. It was not the kind of freedom Belle had dreamed of when she longed for adventure beyond her provincial life. Still, between the cold asylum walls and the looming shadow of Gaston’s dominance, she knew her choice had already been stolen. Now, dressed in gowns torn from the Beast’s treasures, Belle walks through the castle’s echoing halls, the ghosts of her lost love pressing heavy against her chest. Gaston boasts to his men, drinks deep from his victories, and drapes an arm around her waist with ownership rather than tenderness. The woman who once sang of wanting more than this provincial life now stands at the precipice of another cage—only this one is lined with gold.