A Life
Once upon a time
That is how the best stories start. Or so a certain princess believed in times long since passed. Her name was Belle. She was once a simple peasant with a creative father in the nearby village.
The events which lead to her meeting and marrying into royalty have always seemed the stuff of fairy tales. That was why, when time and age closed their embrace, she wrote her heart in ink. It, of course, begins with that time old phrase;
Once upon a time…
"Il était une fois dans une petite ville française," Olivie chimes.
Briene smiles and pats her daughter's head. "I tell you this every night,"
Olivie pouts and tugs the covers up to her chin. "Please?"
She nods. "You do realise that this won't guarantee that you'll marry a prince, don't you?"
Olivie throws the covers away. She crawls onto her mother's lap and wraps her arms tightly around her neck. Her wide russet eyes are filled with confusion.
She whines. "This is great-great-grandmother's story. It worked for her,"
Briene draws her daughter nearer. "I don't think it worked like that for her… Though, I don't mind telling you again. Il était une fois dans une petite ville française. Il y avait une fille nommée Belle…"
Author's Note: This is the one Disney movie that kept trying to evade me throughout my childhood. I remember how frustrated I was! That's why this one is important to me. Also, I don't want to forget my Disney. The Disney of today disappoints me so I want to keep this one close to my heart for sappy sentimental reasons. I have researched the names but all I will tell you is that Briene is derived from, I think, an Irish name. Now, please excuse me while I tend to the error of Huā Mùlán in good ol' Disney with another fanfiction. I thank you for reading my piece. I hope that you enjoyed yourself. I apologise if I have not produced something that satisfies you.
Part of the Revival Collection.