Bullfighting

"It is that time of the year again!" Aurora exclaimed, her face aglow with excitement as the women of the palace gathered in the garden, enjoying tea amidst the fragrant blooms. 

"What time of year?" Mia inquired, her curiosity piqued. The past year under Aurora and the King's care had been nothing short of blissful. Mia had never once regretted being adopted by them, and not a day passed where she wasn't grateful for her newfound happiness. What delighted her most, however, was seeing Belle thrive once more, free to pursue her desires. 

Grinning broadly, Aurora replied, "The bullfighting competition! A champion bull is crowned and granted its freedom." Her enthusiasm was contagious as joy radiated from her every word. 

"Bullfighting happens all the time, doesn't it? What makes this one so extraordinary?" Belle asked, her brow slightly furrowed in puzzlement.