Beauty and the Beast

She tapped her fingers on the chair she sat in. Having decided to return to the countryside home she stole from her forebears, she now watched the sunset with a wine glass in hand. It was a beautiful spot for the end of a wonderful day. There was to be company soon, but it was something that did not matter to her. She was just as comfortable hiding within a pseudonym as she was sitting outside in wait. Try as she might, being a former World Noble meant the mindset of invulnerability was still there at times. At least she had parted with that silly god-forsaken hairstyle; not that her grandmother allowed her to wear it. Her grandmother: Esperanza's expression saddened. The fire breather who refused to let her granddaughter become another overstuffed, slothful pig. "Fireheart" had been the name given to Esper by this larger than life figure. One who had married into the family when her daughter was chosen to marry a Windsor son. Esperanza sighed as she thought about her next move. The world was a large place with infinite possibilities after all.