I know this is not a popular pairing, and I love Rumbelle on the show, but I'm hoping this will appeal to the few Captain Beauty fans out there.

A few notes: I've taken some creative liberties with Arendelle, and pairings and siblings in this story are almost guaranteed to be non-cannon, save a few. Disclaimer: I own nothing, Rated M for mature adult themes some mild violence

Chapter 1:

"Announcing King Liam and Prince Killian of Arendelle." The steward of Avonlea bellowed out to the crowd in the throne room.

Belle took a deep breath as she watched the two men approach the throne. She was prepared for the King of Arendelle to offer her marriage to Prince Killian, however her nerves refused to settle. She knew in her role as a princess of Avonlea she would one day be married to royalty of a neighbouring kingdom in order to secure a political alliance and protect her people.

Her brother, Prince Graham, gently squeezed her hand "be brave little sister." He said quietly. Belle felt instantly comforted by his words. She would do the brave thing, and bravery would eventually follow.

King Maurice stood from his throne "My dear guests and neighbours, welcome to Avonlea." He said, bowing. His tone conveyed no false niceties, he favoured an alliance with Arendelle above everything, given the fragile political state between the two lands.

"The pleasure is ours as well." King Liam replied, also bowing his head. "I hope that our visit will be mutually prosperous to both of our kingdoms."

"I have long felt the same way, friend. I introduce you to my eldest son, Crown Prince Graham, and my Daughter, Princess Belle." The men again exchanged bows, as per the custom. King Liam approached Belle and took her hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. Although I can see from corresponding with your father that rumours of your beauty have been grossly understated." He said, gently kissing her gloved hand. "I take this opportunity to introduce you to my younger brother, Crown Prince Killian of Arendelle."

Belle again curtseyed as Killian approached her, took her hand and kissed it just as his brother had done before him. While Belle had felt all of the genuine warmth and admiration of King Liam's address, she felt nothing but coldness from Prince Killian. During the entirety of the introduction he had barely looked at her, and had mechanically gone through the socially accepted customs of both of their lands.

"I must now ask the dear princess if she has given thought to the offer of marriage to Prince Killian." King Liam smiled at Maurice.

"There is nothing I desire more in this world, King Liam." Maurice replied. "However I must allow my Daughter to reply to your addresses."

Belle again took a deep breath. "His majesties offer is very kind, and will be of advantage to both the kingdoms. I graciously accept his majesties offer." She smiled, curtseying.

The entire throne room applauded and the trumpets sounded. The kingdom had long waited the marriage of a royal, and the news of the Princess's betrothal filled them with joy. King Liam and King Maurice shook hands in mutual congratulations.

"Now we must announce the engagement to our people." King Maurice embraced his daughter "you have made me extremely happy, my child." He whispered quietly for only her to hear.

Before long, the steward had asked Killian to take Belle's hand and walk to the balcony, where thousands had gathered outside to await the news of the engagement. Killian had taken her hand roughly and walked stiffly beside her while the people of Avonlea clapped and cheered to the joyous news. She used this time to gaze at the man who would be her husband. Prince Killian was indeed a handsome man, very tall with dark features and an equally dark countenance. His expression wore a forced smile to appeal to the masses, however underneath that she felt his expression was grave.

After they returned to the throne room, he had let go of her hand and returned to his brother's side, not taking time to acknowledge the princess.

"Tonight there will be a great feast to honour the alliance between our two kingdoms." King Maurice announced to the nobles, who all again cheered.

"Come, we have much to discuss before tonight and I feel my daughter may need a moment to herself to recover from the excitement of today."

The men all bowed at Belle before taking their leave, retreating to the King's private study. Belle knew that her father and brother would be completing the remainder of the negotiations with King Liam and Prince Killian.

Her heart was in a flutter as she walked the gardens quietly by herself. Belle had been preparing for this moment for most of her life, but she still would have dearly wished to marry for love, just like the stories she read of the heroes in her books. Although she had long understood that these stories existed only in legends and fairy tales, her heart still harboured regret on the day of her engagement to a man who was nothing more than a stranger to her. Her heart was conflicted as she realised that she would soon be leaving her home and travelling to a strange land, to become a wife and, god willing, a mother. She was still young, barely one and twenty, and although she had borne the day with cheerfulness, this was a daunting prospect for her. She thought about the prince and how coldly he had welcomed her today, how he had gripped her hand without gentleness or feeling. Could she truly expect to love or at least esteem a man who clearly cared so little for her?

The sounding of the bells reminded her that she needed to return to her chambers and prepare for tonight's feast. Mrs Potts, her elderly maid and nurse, had already laid out her gown and prepared everything she would need to make a marvellous impression to their guests tonight.

Mrs Potts embraced her young charge when she entered the room, giving her all the praise and esteem of a mother to a daughter. Mrs Potts had been her nurse since Belle had lost her mother at an early age.

"Goodness, child! Enough of this, we are going to be very late and there is still so much to do!" She began fussing at the stays of Belle's dress. "We must have you looking perfect for the feast tonight." "I thought that was the object of you dressing me so well this morning?" Belle smiled satirically.

"Oh, dear, have I taught you nothing? Today your gown was lovely, modest and created a good impression, but tonight you need to shine in order to assure King Liam of his choice in marrying you to Prince Killian."

Normally Mrs Potts had allowed Belle many liberties throughout her childhood and even through becoming a woman. Mrs Potts had never had Belle's corset tied too tight, allowed her to play outside, and have unrestricted access to the reading materials in the library. Belle had hoped that her marriage would not put an end to everything she loved. She did not want to become a decoration on a throne.

Belle sat in silence as Mrs Potts finished lacing her new gown made just for this occasion. The golden gown was stunning, made of the softest, finest silk, painstakingly sewn with small jewels and pearls making it very much of the highest fashion. She even let Mrs Potts arrange her hair in a very stylish arrangement about her head with little protest. Mrs Potts continued to sing the praises of the advantages of aligning Avonlea with Arendelle, and how handsome her new husband was to be, and how similar they were in age.

"You could have at least affected to smile at the princess, little brother." King Liam lectured Killian as they were both getting ready for the feast. "You look as grave as a man attending his own funeral. I can assure you there are worse things in life than being married to a beautiful woman."

"Yes, Brother, I will smile and say all the right pretty things just as the princess spoke to me today, all the while pretending not to remember that this 'marriage' is to prevent the starvation of our land caused by the infernal winter of our dear sister's magic."

"Killian, we love our sister Elsa, and she will one day be able to control her magic and prosperity will return to our land. Our father made many poor decisions, god rest his soul, and I won't hurt Elsa the same way he did." Liam scolded.

"Tell that to the hand I am missing from frostbite." Killian muttered darkly, wincing as he finished attaching his gloved prosthetic to his left arm.

"I am sorry brother – how is the pain today?" Liam asked.

"Not as bad as usual. The warm weather makes it sting less, but I dread the look Belle will give me when she realises her new husband is not whole. She will despise me." Killian grunted as he finished buttoning his coat sleeve around his prosthetic.

"Killian, I do not believe Belle will despise you for having a missing hand. I have been talking to her brother, and from all accounts Belle has the most generous and kind spirit. She was very nervous today and that was apparent, but she treated both of us with the highest cordiality and respect."

"Yes, that is just what I need, respect and pity." Killian grumbled. "While you are married to the woman you love, I must enjoy making love to my new nursemaid."

"Brother, I am indeed married to the woman I love – and Snow may soon die from the child she carries which you well know. If that happens, your marriage may be enough to prevent our kingdom being thrown into complete turmoil."

"I'm sorry I spoke in such haste." Killian apologised.

"I as well." Replied his brother, embracing him tightly. "However for tonight, could you at least look as though the world is not ending? If not for me, but for the woman who has agreed to marry you and save all of our lives?"