Rose Red. The enchantress who transformed a princess into a beast. She had never told me this story before. I guess I could see why. It wasn’t something to be proud of, transforming a princess into a beast, even if the princess had demanded it. It was a cruel fate and I understood why the beast had made us her prisoners, but she obviously didn’t understand that kidnapping me was a useless ploy. “She won’t undo the curse,” I said. “She will if she wants to see her only grandchild.” “You can’t keep us here forever!” said Goldie. “Has your affection for me died so soon?” Goldie cowered, clutching her book of handsome princes and fair princesses to her chest. “You don’t understand,” I said. “She can’t undo the curse, even if she were well enough. She doesn’t have the power. Curses can’t be reversed or undone, only broken, according to whatever rules were set forth at the time of the cursing, so the only way—” The beast roared, causing books to tumble from shelves.
