A/N: Ok this idea came to me in a dream and so I'm going to be working with this idea for as long as I can I know that I haven't updated my other story in a while and don't worry I'm still working on it. So to hurry this up and get on with the story here goes nothing:
Chapter 1: One Year Later
Belle's Profile:
Belle walked around the castle as she normally did when she was bored and her husband was working. She knew that running the kingdom took up a lot of his time, but sometimes she wondered if he was working too much. He had been stressed out lately because of something going on in the northern border of the kingdom. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. Alex (ok I'm sorry I'm naming beast Alexander so get used to it) didn't want to tell her; he said that he didn't want her to worry about it. But she still worried about it she worried that her husband was going something dangerous, but there wasn't much she could do about it.
She continued walking when she realized that she was in the southern part of the castle, she hadn't been here in a long time and she now realized that she was in the underground part of the southern wing because of how cold it had gotten. Walking around the castle relaxed her as much as reading did, but if Alex knew that she was wandering around alone he'd be very upset. He didn't like it when she was alone especially now. She placed a hand on her swollen stomach and sighed. She knew her husband had good reasons to worry about her now but she wondered if he was stressing too much about it.
He wanted her to be with someone at all times, and because of this Belle spent most of her time with Mrs. Potts or her father. But every now and then she would get fed up with having someone with her all the time and she would tell her father that she'd be with Mrs. Potts and vise versa. Though if Alex found out what she was doing he would confine her to their room for the duration of her pregnancy.
After she turned a corner she heard footsteps behind her. She looked around quickly and saw a closet and quickly hid in it. She kept the door opened a crack to see who it was. When the person walked by she noticed that she didn't recognize him. He was tall but older looking, jet black hair with some grey in it, and was muscular. She looked at him carefully and she knew that she had never seen him before, and that made her very nervous. She knew everyone in the castle and if someone was wondering around in the castle it meant no good.
He seemed to be searching for something. He then looked right at the room in which she was hiding and threw the door open. He looked at her and said "Gotcha."
Alexander's Profile:
Alex was sitting in the throne room listening to his advisers talking about the best course of action against the people outside the northern border. Personally he'd rather not be doing this right now he wanted to spend time with Belle, but he understood that the needs of his people were more important that his own wants and desires. He wanted to be with her not only because she was nine months pregnant, but because there was trouble brewing in the north and he wanted her close to him so he knew she was safe.
While his advisers kept droning on the doors to the room opened and Mrs. Potts and Belle's father walked into the room. This worried the king instantly for he knew that Belle was almost always with either one of them. He rose from his throne and asked "What's going on where's Belle?"
The other two looked at him nervously when Mrs. Potts said "We don't know we've looked everywhere for her and we found this in the lower levels of the castle," as she said this she held up Belle's favorite book. Alex looked at the book wide eyed Belle would never leave that book on the ground.
"I want every inch of the kingdom searched and no one shall rest until my wife is found!" Alex ordered. Everyone left the room for they could sense that the king wanted to be alone. Alex took a side passage out of the throne room that lead straight to his and Belle's room. Once there he sat in his chair that faced the fireplace. He looked about the fireplace at the portrait of him and Belle shortly after their wedding. He put his head in his hands and began to think of ways to torture the men who dared to kidnap his wife and unborn child.
A.N: well I hoped you guys liked the first chapter and wait patiently for the second one. Oh btw my brother and I have been trying to do this and I think it's pretty funny I finally got it but here try saying this 5 times fast: shitty shitty fuck fuck, fuck fuck shitty shit, how much shit could a shitty fuck fuck if a shitty fuck could fuck shit. email me and let me know how ya do