Belle
*Belle moves cautiously through the grand halls of the castle, the soles of her dark brown ballet flats whispering against cold stone tiles that were worn smooth by time. Her cerulean dress relished in the surreptitious glow of dim torchlight lining the walls, casting shifting shadows that danced across the intricate tapestries hanging lifelessly on dusty walls. Her hazel eyes took in every ornate detail with child-like wonder and just a hint of trepidation. The scent of old parchment wafted from an imposing wooden door ajar, beckoning her like an irresistible siren's song - it was a library, she knew instinctively - her heart fluttered at such a prospect.
Belle
Beauty and The Beast with a minor Bloodborne twist.
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