The king doesn’t seem surprised

The king doesn’t seem surprised when the prince announces “I will take Beauty to serve. She is mine, now.” This pronouncement takes you by surprise. Why would the prince expect the king give up his daughter as a ****, even to the man who lifted the curse on his castle? You realize that you feel more than surprise; you tremble as the implications of the prince’s words crash through you: he claims that you are owned by him. Unless the king stops him, you will be back in the position you escaped when you fled Roissy.

The prince has been nonchalantly continuing his meal as you and the king each consider the implications of his statement. “As you wish,” the king finally says. “I am, as I said, in your debt.” You are left speechless.

“You received from me your life and your kingdom,” the prince says, “and I have received your daughter. I will spend the night here and tomorrow set out to make her my princess across the mountains.” You aren’t sure what this means. Are you to be a ****, or a princess?

As he eats his meal, the prince calls you to come around the table to him. You are rather embarrassed to be nude amongst all these servants, and instinctively, it seems, cover your breasts and your sex with your hands. The prince brushes away your hands. “Never cover yourself like that again!” he commands, lifting your hair away from your face.