The spell was broken, and they lived happily ever after.
That is the way it was supposed to be.
Alas, I was late. The castle is deteriorating, and the body of the beast has not moved from the marble floor, except for the bits the ants have started carrying away. No one has spoken a word, or moved. They have disappeared, together with their master. I will miss them.
This is not the place where we used to live. Elegant decorations, soft cushion, beautiful tapestry - all gone. Debris crunches under my steps, and the stairs have started to crumble. Slowly I travel from one room to the next, as if through universes, meeting myself in the mirror. The changes are visible. And yet it is the home I hold on to, as if the world wasn't real.
I will be taking his place soon.