Betrothed to the beast, but "warned tirelessly." Still, she cared for the monster he was made out to be. With a fear filling façade he repels those with tongues like pitchforks and words of cleansing fire
She would tend to the wounds inflicted upon his disfigured face, and in his arms she was shielded and safe, working to pry apart the scaly armor burnt into his blackened skin.
Yet over time as his skin began to soften so did she sharpen a hidden blade, and one fateful night She stabbed down deep into his bare back sadistically watching as he bled unrelentingly. She fished 'round his oozing chest and pulled out a prized heart to present.
And so she returned to the very sooth sayers who warned her covered in red as a monster whos enchanting mask proved far more fatal and grotesque than the beast she did betray.
The hardest exteriors hide the softest hearts, and the prettiest faces have the deadliest intentions , so beware.