Title: Spinning Roses
Rating: T
Character(s)/paring(s): Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I wish I did…
Warning(s): Spoilers for those who haven't seen Skin Deep
Summary: In order to save her kingdom, Belle had to make a deal with the darkest creature in the land to go with him forever as his servant. Will she be able convince him that some things are better than spinning gold?
Notes: The story starts almost a month after the deal is struck. This story is my first, so I would love to hear what you all think! (Should I keep going?)

~Spinning Roses~

-Chapter 1-

Belle awoke slowly, and for the first time, never questioned herself on where she was. She knew the answer.

I'm in my dungeon "room" in a castle which belongs to a man who thinks he's a monster, and I will stay in this retched place forever to serve him.

Yes, she knew exactly where she was and what she was: the beast's servant. And although she truly did not believe he was a beast, or a monster for that matter, it still stung her every now and then when she realized that her life was over. She would never know another person besides him for as long as she lived. She knew that she might at least try to accept that, for she refused to show a single sign of weakness toward the man who ripped her life away from her, or at least what was left of it. There was a horrid war and she was in an arranged marriage before she had made this deal, but at least she still had her father. Though no longer would he be there to reassure her that everything would be all right, and happiness would be just around the corner. She knew now that there wasn't, and of that she was positive. Though, she thought, she might as well make the best of it. Yet, it was hard to believe sometimes that once upon a time, she was a princess, and not a slave to him, to the infamous Rumplestiltskin.

Here, she knew the daily routine, and it did not involve warmth, plush beds, silk dresses, battle plans, and especially kindness and love. She stood up and put on her stained yellow dress she came in, along with her matching shoes which she had both laid down gently in the corner the night before. Yes, it was her only clothing for almost a month now, and as much as she had tried to keep it together, it had slowly begun to fall apart little by little.

After properly dressing, she straightened what was left of her tattered old dress, and stood at the front of the closed door.

"Rumplestiltskin! I'm awake… open the door!"

No answer.

"Do you want your tea or not?" She banged on the door a few times, but still, there was no answer. He was in a stubborn mood apparently, but she knew what he wanted to hear. She stood up straight, fixed her dress, and softened her voice to almost a whisper, "Please?"

Please, his magic word. As soon as the word was uttered through her lips, the door swung open, but no one was on the other side, of course. The castle, like him, was almost pure magic. From her first day there she had been told that as long as she was in the castle, he would hear her wherever he was if she called his name.

"Thank you," she whispered, as she passed through the now-open doorway, up the stairs, across the hall, and into the bathroom that he had set aside for her to use. It was complete with a bath, toilet, sink, hairbrush, some small hairpins, towels, and even a few bits of makeup from a nearby town. The water somehow ran magically, of course, whenever she needed it, and on her countertop, was a good sized bottle of a bright blue potion that he had made for her to keep her skin, teeth, and hair glowing with health.

"Can't have my help looking shabby, now can I Dearie?" He had said in that high-pitched voice when he has first presented her with this new room.

Although, like the rest of the castle, there were no mirrors showing in that little room. She wondered to herself why that was… Though, she did however have a small, handheld mirror which he had charmed somehow for her, but what for, she did not know. She had asked him why he did not do so on the rest of the much larger ones in the castle, but he simply explained that the charm could be used on nothing larger than her handheld. She didn't question him after that.

Belle quietly freshened up and headed down the stairs to the main room, or his "spinning room," where he had spun more straw into gold than she would have ever thought possible. She wondered why, for she could tell that it was an essential part of him somehow. She wanted to ask him the reason, and she planned to. Maybe not today though, but soon. Now, her "master" needed his tea, and she was in no mood to hear him rave about it for the rest of the morning if she was late.

Author's note: I LOVE all of the Rumbelle stories out there, and so a few days ago, I decided to try to write one of my own! This is my first fan fiction, and I already have the second chapter worked out. So, if you guys think I should keep going with this, just give a killer review and I promise to update! So, PLEASE: REVIEW, FAVORITE, AND/OR MESSAGE ME ON YOUR THOUGHTS! THANKS!