📖Next storyset: Tempted Tales - Olivia and the Beast ✦ Belle tribute
Olivia lived in a small village with her father and two older sisters. After her father lost his fortune, the family moved to a modest cottage where everyone had to work hard to survive. The sisters complained often and did little, but Olivia never grumbled. She woke early each day, ready to care for the house and help her family.
She stepped outside into the bright morning light, holding an open book in her hands. Her simple green dress hugged her gentle curves, the bodice showing the soft, humble swell of her breasts. A white apron tied around her waist fluttered lightly as she walked along the cobblestone path. Her blonde hair was tied back with a green ribbon, loose strands catching the sun. Olivia loved reading even while doing chores, finding quiet joy in stories of faraway places.
Olivia often slipped away to the small study in their cottage when her chores allowed a moment of rest. The room held their few remaining books, treasures from better days that her father could not bear to sell. She loved running her fingers over the worn spines and losing herself in the pages.
She sat at the wooden table now, sunlight streaming through the window onto her fair skin. Her green dress clung softly to her body, the lace-trimmed neckline framing the gentle, humble rise of her breasts. The white apron lay neatly tied over her lap as she leaned forward, green eyes bright with quiet wonder. Blonde strands escaped her ribbon and brushed her flushed cheeks while she turned the pages slowly. Reading brought her secret warmth, a private escape where dreams of adventure and tender romance stirred gently in her heart.
Olivia finished her reading and stood up from the table. She gathered a stack of heavy books in her arms, pressing them close to her body as she moved through the sunlit study. The green dress fit snugly around her slim waist, the lace edge of the neckline brushing softly against the humble, gentle curve of her breasts. Her apron strings tied in a neat bow at her back swayed as she walked toward the tall shelves.
One day soon, her father prepared to travel to town, hoping to recover some of his lost wealth. Olivia helped him pack, but she asked for only one small gift if he succeeded. She would love to have a single rose, her favorite flower. Her sisters demanded jewels and fine dresses, yet Olivia wanted nothing more than that simple bloom. She smiled softly as she placed the last book on the shelf, unaware that her gentle wish would soon lead her father into a dark forest and toward a hidden castle ruled by a fearsome beast.
Olivia sat alone at the wooden table in the quiet cottage, her hands resting on either side of a sealed letter. A single red rose lay beside it, its petals still fresh with morning dew. Her father had returned the night before, pale and trembling, with the flower clutched in his hand and a terrible story on his lips.
He told them of the hidden castle deep in the forest, of the feast that appeared by magic, and of the monstrous beast who caught him plucking the rose from the garden. The beast had roared in fury, demanding a life for the theft. Her father begged for mercy and spoke of his daughters. The beast agreed to spare him only if one daughter came willingly to live in the castle forever. Olivia listened in silence, her green eyes filling with quiet tears.
She looked down now at the letter her father had written, sealed with red wax in the shape of a rose. In it, he explained everything and asked the beast to take Olivia in his place. Her heart ached, but she felt no anger toward her father. The gentle swell of her breasts rose and fell with a deep breath beneath the green dress and white apron. She touched the soft petals of the rose, then folded her hands calmly. Tomorrow she would leave for the castle, ready to face whatever waited there to save the man she loved most.
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