enchantress, disguised as beggar woman: oh please give me shelter from the storm
prince: ha! begone, foul wench. i am a dick to everyone below me in social standing, which is interesting since i seem to be the only nobility for miles. i am very lonely
enchantress: ho ho! i am one of those people with unlimited magical powers who gets bored and goes around teaching people extremely elaborate lessons about stuff they should've picked up when they were 5
prince: oh word. so you don't like, feed the poor or anything
enchantress: well, no
prince: great! neither do i
enchantress: nevertheless. for your hubris, i will curse you and all of your staff!
staff: wait, what
enchantress: they are, after all, effectively your property, and i will emphasize this in the shape of my curse
staff: ?????
enchantress: anyway i'm going to make them all immortal, and make you some kind of hulking werewolf guy
prince:
prince: ok
prince: i'm getting mixed messages here because
enchantress: OH my god
enchantress: fucking monsterfuckers
belle: did someone say—
(later)
belle: wow! you're actually a... prince. a human man prince. who looks like this.
belle: so, cursed by an enchantress. wow. did you happen to get her number, or
