Chosen Paths

by Erik'sTrueAngel

Part 2 of Clandestine Trysts. Belle's engagement is announced and she's introduced to the Dark One. As feelings began to develop, Belle and Rumple learn the meaning of their chosen paths.

1. Part 1

Rated: R or M

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Part 2 of Clandestine Trysts. Belle's engagement is announced and she's introduced to the Dark One. As feelings began to develop, Belle and Rumple learn the meaning of their chosen paths.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything of Once Upon a Time. Just borrowing the characters for my own enjoyment.

A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for everyone reading, reviewing, and marking the first part as your favorite! I was going to wait until Sunday to post this, but decided to go ahead and do it early since I'm home from work… damn sinuses. Anyways, here's the first installment for this second part. If you haven't read part 1 that's okay! This series can be read as stand-alone stories, but they will eventually tie in with each other. Also… it was intended to be a one-shot but this came out a lot longer than I anticipated and decided to split this into two chapters. This one is basically a prequel to The Birthday Ball hence the lengthiness. Hope you enjoy!

Chosen Paths

By: Erik'sTrueAngel

Part 1

The stench of blood and death was in the air and as Belle stared out the window, she couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of helplessness as she heard the distant cries and screams of her people.

The ogres were brutal—nothing but brainless and destructive machines—and they lack empathy and mercy. The kingdom of Avonlea was in danger of falling and the last of King Maurice's troops were taking a last stand in protecting the borders. It was a matter of time before the soldiers fell and the villages would be ransacked.

Their only chances of survival depended on the message her father sent to the neighboring kingdom of Chasse asking them for their assistance.

Belle could only pray that Chasse will come to their aid. If they do not, then it would also be a matter of time before the ogres attempt to invade them as well.

Sighing, Belle retreated to her seat and picked up the current book she was reading. She tried to lose herself in the romance, but her mind kept drifting back to the innocents giving up their lives for the sake of the kingdom. She wished she could fight, take a stand, and protect what was hers. But the battlefield was no place for a princess and she was often reminded that she was better off in the castle than out where it was dangerous. However, Belle longed to make a difference and save the people she loved. In all the stories she read, the hero always makes some grand sacrifice and it was usually a selfless act. If only she could be that brave…

She returned to the story and was interrupted from various shouts down in the courtyard. Shutting the book, Belle ran over to the window to see what the commotion was about. She spotted a rider entering the gates and there was a flurry of activity that escorted the messenger inside.

No doubt it was news, hopefully from Chasse.

Grabbing the ends of her skirt, Belle took off running to see her father. She wanted to be present to hear the reply all the while praying that this was the good news that they needed so desperately.

When she approached the throne room, Belle was denied admittance.

"This is a mistake. My father never shuts me out," she told the guard. Yet, he could only give her a look of sympathy.

"My apologies milady, but it was the King's order that you not be permitted inside. However, you may wish to wait here until you are called in."

Nibbling on her lower lip, Belle knew there was no going pass the guard and as much as her curiosity was killing her to know what was being spoken behind those walls… her duty lied in what the King's wishes were and she would have to wait for her father's request to see her.

It would seem she did not have to wait for long.

The door opened and King Maurice emerged—a look of overflowing joy, hope, and excitement written all over his features. Catching sight of his daughter, he beckoned Belle to follow, his arm looping with hers as he patted her hand gently.

"My girl… I have great news. Chasse has answered our letter of help!"

"That's wonderful, Papa!" Belle gushed, squeezing his hand. "I knew they would come. When will they be arriving?"

"Within the week. They are gathering the necessary supplies and food to help us as well as a powerful weapon that could defeat the ogres once and for all."

"There's a weapon that could do that?" Belle found herself asking. In all the books she read about the ogres, she never heard of a single weapon that could wipe one out. It normally took a few men and a good archer or fighter to take one down. If Chasse had the means to fight back, then they were certainly in luck for the good fortune to be shared with them.

"Yes there is. We will win this dreadful war and then we can go back to rebuilding our kingdom." Maurice was deeply pleased and seeing her father's happiness (after seeing only despair) warmed Belle's heart. A true smile made the older man look a couple years younger now that there was hope after all.

"It sounds promising, Papa, and they assured us that this weapon will work?"

"It will." Maurice nodded to her. Lowering his voice, he murmured, "Of course… this is a secret, but it appears Chasse has the use of magic. The most powerful and darkest of magic."

Belle frowned. As promising as it sounded, the use of magic, especially dark magic, gave her pause and she hoped her father didn't do something foolish. Yes, they needed help, but to turn to such means? She didn't like the sound of it and she had a feeling that Chasse was seeking something in return for allowing the use of this weapon.

"Papa? What are you not telling me?"

King Maurice's smile faltered and instantly Belle felt her heart twist. Before he could say his next words, Belle already knew what the asking price was for their aid.

"Papa—"

"Belle, you have a duty to uphold," her father told her, turning to face her. "This marriage to Sir Gaston is exactly what this kingdom needs. The unity of our kingdoms will ensure future protection from ogres or whoever challenges us. We are suffering. We are losing our people, our lands, our crops, and our gold. Chasse has been prospering and we will receive the same prosperity."

"I understand Papa, but this can't be the only way. Surely, they will help us in the name of honor and friendship. A marriage doesn't have to happen."

"Oh Belle." He shook his head softly. "I wish that was so, but we must do what we need to do. And I know you will like Sir Gaston. From what I have heard, he is a fine man: handsome, strong, and capable on the battlefield. He is the kind of bravery we need in Avonlea. Once he arrives, I'm sure you won't want to leave his side."

"It's not that Papa." Belle looked him in the eye. "No one decides my fate but me. I cannot in good conscience agree to an arranged marriage without knowing him or whether or not I'm in love. Papa, I beg you! Please… tell Chasse that I refuse."

"Belle." Maurice placed his hands on her shoulders. "I know I had promised you could marry for love, but as of right now… we are in a crisis. Unfortunately, every one of us has a responsibility and we have to do what is right and best for our people as opposed to our true feelings. I trust you will make the right decision. This is not just your life, but the survival of our kingdom."

Belle's head hung down to her chest and she knew her father was right. As much as she thrilled in the idea of having the freedom to pick a husband, she knew that times were different and sacrifices will have to be made.

Perhaps, he was right. Maybe Belle might grow to love Gaston and she would be saving her people from destruction and poverty.

Do the brave thing and bravery will follow. It's time I follow that statement.

Raising her chin, she nodded. "Very well. I will consent to wed Sir Gaston."

xxXXxx

The evening her soon to be betrothed was to arrive, the entire castle was in a bustle of activity to prepare for the guests.

Belle was a bundle of nerves. This will be the first time she would meet Sir Gaston, and while stories of his bravery and good looks preceded him, she couldn't quench her reservations.

As a young girl, Belle always hoped that one day she would fall in love and marry her True Love. It was unusual for nobles to find love, but she had been assured by her parents they will not force her into a loveless marriage. After all, they had married for love. Yet, that decision was quickly overturned due to the dire situation they were in. Although, Belle wondered if her mother was alive if she would agree to her father's decision.

Part of her believed her mother wouldn't stand for it and would look for other means of diplomacy for the resources needed while another part could hear the echoing of her father's reason that it was her duty to do whatever she could to protect her people.

Sighing, Belle knew it was too late to take back her agreement. As soon as she gave her permission, a messenger was sent out to inform Sir Gaston of the upcoming nuptials.

Her fate was already sealed.

Everyone around her, especially her father, was overjoyed and excited about the news. The happiness was contagious for all of her people, yet Belle could not bring herself to feel the same way. It felt like a part of her life was over before it even truly begun. She had wanted to go on adventures, see the world, but that was not meant to be. Of course, with Sir Gaston's dowry and the money that filled Chasse's treasury… surely her new husband would take her on his travels.

As nightfall was quickly approaching, Belle's lady servant, Hannah, was putting the final touches on her appearance. A new gown was fashioned for her and in the limited time they had, the dress was beautiful. Belle surveyed herself as her hands smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on the skirt. It was a dazzling shade of yellow that flowed from her waist, accentuating her hips (no doubt to prove she was good for birthing) and the sleeves draped off her shoulders, revealing her pale flesh with just enough beading along the front to bring attention to her chest.

It was meant to put her on display to showcase her beauty, but Belle was fond of the color.

Her long chocolate tresses were put in a simple style half up and half down with the curls cascading over her shoulder to provide some coverage to her skin. At least she didn't feel quite like a piece of meat. She only hoped that Sir Gaston didn't think they were that desperate to ensure his favor as opposed to his fiancée wanting to look her best to welcome him.

"You look beautiful milady," Hannah spoke, shaking Belle from her reverie. "Sir. Gaston will certainly fall in love with you!"

Inhaling softly, Belle gave a slight nod. "It will be worth it once the ogres are defeated."

"Oh miss," the girl said, still fussing with the gown. She didn't notice her mistress's misgivings or the apprehension that crept into her blue eyes. And why shouldn't she… to Hannah this was all romantic with the promise of love at first sight and a happily ever after coming to her beloved lady. Both women were about the same age and Belle was relieved that Hannah would be spared from an arranged marriage, but she did wish she shared her maid's enthusiasm. Perhaps it would make this meeting a lot more tolerable.

With one last look in the mirror, Belle turned away and began to make her way to the throne room. She knew her father would be there waiting for her so she could properly receive and greet her intended and his men.

Each step closer caused the lump in her throat to grow bigger and she briefly fantasized about picking up the skirt of her gown and running out of the castle away from her "duty" to claim her happiness and freedom. Then the distant chill of the screams far off stopped her fantasy and Belle knew she couldn't abandon her people. They put their faith in her and she couldn't dishonor them or her father.

With her head held high, Belle arrived and immediately took her seat to the left of her father's. Hands demurely folded in her lap, she maintained a regal pose as the entrance opened and a small group of men were led inside.

Leading the way was a man with short dark hair whose stride oozed with confidence and conceit as he made his way before King Maurice and Belle. The latter studied him closely when he bowed mid-waist and when he raised his countenance… he quickly met her gaze before addressing her father.

He was handsome, Belle noted. Yet, there was something in those gray eyes of his and that proud chin that her heart clenched with regret. He had smirked briefly thinking he captured the beauty's attention when it was far from the truth. And when he spoke… Belle did her best to suppress the disinterest she felt immediately.

"King Maurice of Avonlea, I am Sir Gaston—Chasse's Champion and Son as well as Guardian of the Lands. I am also called the Ogre Slayer, a name that has brought fear and terror amongst the ogres. The Harbinger of Death that has been whispered to warn the creatures of what should happen if we cross paths. And Knight and Hero to those who have reached out for my help and services to dispatch the ogres so they can live in peace once more. Allow me to extend my greetings and good will to you and your people."

Yes… he seemed to like the titles he possessed with such emphasis made on each one; although Belle suspected that a few of them were assigned by himself and not from Chasse and certainly not from the ogres. Even more, he had to be a lover of his own voice if his verbose speech was anything to go by. Then he looked back at Belle and offered her another bow. However, when he looked at her… his expression softened yet his eyes still contain the glimmer of assured arrogance that he effectively impressed her with his accolades.

"And… to the lovely Princess Belle, whose beauty has surpassed all the lands combined. You are certainly the fairest one of them all."

Belle grimaced at the compliment but a quick warning look sent from her father had her covering it up and nod thankfully to the knight.

"I thank you Sir Gaston," she responded with all the false cheerfulness she could muster.

With the formal greetings out of the way, King Maurice was eager to start making the plans that would save Avonlea from destruction. Belle didn't know what was worst… her father's flippant manner of this apparent business transaction or Sir Gaston's tenacity to brag.

"As I promised, Avonlea will be safe from all enemies who dare to cross the borders. This protection I intend to start immediately as my wedding present to my beautiful bride. But allow me to give you a fair warning… what you will see is frightening, the bringer of nightmares and the tales told to us as children to serve a warning at what evil and darkness can do to those with the propensity of wickedness. Let me assure you that no harm will come to anyone once I reveal what it is that I have possessed. Please keep in mind that this weapon was used to keep Chasse safe and it will do so for Avonlea. However, this is a crafty creature that will lie and trick you if given the opportunity. Do not be fooled by its tongue. Ladies, please do not be alarmed! While it is gruesome to look upon… this beast does its duty as demanded from its master."

Belle's curiosity was instantly sparked by this wordy declaration. What kind of creature did Sir Gaston have that could inspire such horror and power over the ogres? As she glanced around the room, she noticed that the other nobles and servants all appeared to have gone pale by Sir Gaston's words.

Pulling back his cape, Gaston removed a dagger from its sheath. A collected gasp swept through the room and Belle saw her father sitting at the edge of his throne.

"It couldn't be…" Maurice's voice trailed off with abject astonishment.

Gaston held the jagged dagger in the air, holding it to keep his audience in suspense ensuring that everyone was watching with morbid anticipation.

"I, Sir Gaston, summon thee," the knight bellowed and in an instant… a swirl of purple clouds emerged and began to take shape.

Belle couldn't take her gaze away from the figure that appeared from the mist. It wasn't a creature… no, a man, but he was no ordinary man in looks. The first thing she spotted was the greenish-gray color covering his face, almost scale-like with its bumpy texture; long, scraggly curly hair that was dark in some unknown shade fell to his chin. But it was the man's eyes that were the sharpest of his features—they seemed to be bigger than most normal men; the irises were two glowing ambers, nearly black, and as expressive as he looked upon his master with strong animosity, sneering, revealing blackened teeth against gray lips.

Indeed, he was not the most appeasing of men to look at. In all counts, he clearly would be viewed as hideous. No wonder Gaston said he was the bringer of nightmares for he certainly had the face that would terrify any child of the darkness.

Nevertheless, her scrutiny didn't stop there.

He was a few inches shorter than Gaston, however, his stature made him seem taller as his eyes (if you called them) swept over the room, almost taking in delight the exclamations and the faint cries of the terrified women and even some men. And he certainly looked fearsome with that snarl upon his face. Yet, Belle was not one of the gasping women. She felt no fear or disgust towards this man. Only intrigue. He was certainly lean, not overly skinny, but there was a hint of underlying strength that lay hidden beneath the layers of his unusual clothing. Dressed in an over-the-top jacket with ostrich feathers sticking out from all over, a dragon-hide vest that clung to his torso, an extravagant neck scarf of silk that covered most of his throat, except a tiny peek of the odd reptilian complexion, and form fitting leather pants complete with laced leather boots. She also stared at his hands, which seemed more like claws with the long black fingernails and the green-gray hue of his hands.

Yes, he was completely gruesome as Gaston declared, but Belle couldn't shake away her fascination with the man before her. He was unlike any other man she has ever seen before. She almost had to admit that he was strangely handsome.

As if he heard her thoughts, the man turned and locked gazes with her, a smirk playing on his lips as his tongue pressed against his teeth in a leer.

It should have disgusted her, she should have mentioned it to her intended on the spot; instead, Belle blushed as she looked intently at her feet while a warm, tingling sensation filled her belly.

What was wrong with her?

Then she heard Gaston continued to speak.

"Yes. I have the powerful Dark One under my control. With this dagger, it will obey every command I make of it. The beast will be responsible in ensuring Avonlea's protection. Of course, such dark power wielded is dangerous and this was one risk I was willing to take for my kingdom's safety. Naturally, the creature wasn't easy to track and finding its elusive dagger was just as tricky, but eventually, I outsmarted the foul beast."

He launched in a tedious tirade, regaling how he came to finding the Dark One's dagger after meeting a beggar woman on the road who told him of the legend of a dagger that could control it. At first, he had dismissed it as an old wives' tale and the senility of an elderly woman, but there was something about her story that stuck with him. So much that his gut was telling him he shouldn't ignore her and decided he would venture out to the infamous Dark Castle to determine if what she had spoken was true or not. It was a suicide mission, of course, since the Dark One's reputation preceded him about unwanted visitors and those who had ill intentions. However, Gaston was willing to put his life on the line if it meant he could stop the ogres from ravaging his home.

He went alone, daring not to risk any of his men, and once he arrived at the Dark Castle, he fought through the magical barriers and whatever traps that was laid out. He broke down the door and stormed in with his sword drawn in case the Dark One should appear. To his disappointment, the Dark One did not appear and denied him the chance to duel with the beast. As upsetting as it was, it did prove fortunate for him since he could search the rooms without interruption. It was in one of the towers where the Dark One practiced his spells and lurid deals that the dagger was hidden and once Gaston picked it up… he knew the old woman's story was true and here was the proof. Not waiting a second later, he chanted the summoning that brought the Dark One before him and the rest was history.

Belle didn't find the story interesting or brave at all. Instead, she was appalled by her fiancé's glee in enslaving the poor man and even more to her growing astonishment… her father was eagerly taking in every word, his eyes greedily set on the dagger.

More than anything, Sir Gaston had pure luck on his side by obtaining the dagger. One might add… there was too much of good luck that was in the story. Even the beggar woman's role was too much of a coincidence in Belle's well-read mind. That was evident by the hatred that glowed in the Dark One's eyes.

Pity overwhelmed her heart. No man or beast should be under someone else's control even if he was the Dark One.

Belle had heard and read many countless stories of the evil deeds and crimes committed by this supernatural being. Of course, none of the stories described what the Dark One looked like exactly, but he was clearly every bit of a man with emotions and he clearly understood that his "master" was mocking him in front of everyone. His jaw was clenched so tight that it looked painful, but he did not speak up in his defense. He stared at his dagger, watching it move back and forth, and she could almost envision his wish to pounce on the knight and take it back.

The dagger…

Gaston must have commanded his silence, which made sense, and she was curious to hear what his voice sounded like.

However, her musings abruptly came to an end when Gaston was now looking at her.

Color rushed to her cheeks as she was caught daydreaming and sighed in relief when he started to address her.

"When we are wed my Princess, you will also share in this incredible power. The beast will be yours to command as your will is. Allow me to present the dagger to you so you may make your first order."

The air fled from her lungs and she could only stare at the dagger in Gaston's hands.

Her father was encouraging her take it. "Belle, go on and accept your gracious fiancé's gift."

Yet, Belle could only look at the man who suffered from the dagger's influence and the same loathing he had for Gaston was reflected at her too. No… she could not be part of this degradation.

Standing to her feet, Belle's fists held the material of her gown tightly so there would be no mistaking that she would not take the so-called "gift."

"As flattered as I am by your offer Sir Gaston, I must decline this gift as you call it. I cannot and will not in good conscious order a man like he was nothing more than an object."

"Belle!" her father hissed at her just as bewilderment came over the knight's features. Even the Dark One was just as stunned as the rest. But Gaston covered it up with condescending understanding and nodded to her.

"I know this may be terrible for someone as kind and generous as you are Princess Belle, but please understand… this beast is not a man. Do not be fooled by his appearance as one. It is a monster that has done horrible deeds across these lands and will only do harm with its free will. The beast needs to submit and follow the orders of its master to make sure that the innocents do not suffer."

"That doesn't matter to me what his past crimes were," Belle said. "Evil or not, he is still a man and he is not a slave. I will not—"

Before she could finish, her father rose from his seat and cut her off from further insult to her fiancé.

"I see that my daughter is tired from the day's preparations to welcome you Sir Gaston. We accept your offer and will take your guidance in consideration for dealing with the Dark One. Now, you must be hungry after your long journey. Come. Let us feast and tomorrow we will discuss the business with the ogres."

"Of course your highness." Gaston bowed in reverence and that ended the unpleasant conversation.

Sheathing the dagger back in his holder, Gaston offered his arm to Belle. More than anything Belle wanted to leave the room, away from Gaston and away from her father, but she bit her lower lip hard as she looped her arm through his as he escorted her out.

She was unhappy with this situation and she hoped that she could get Sir Gaston alone so she could speak with him. Despite his pride and perchance to give lengthy tales, she knew him to be a good man and perhaps she could reason with that side of him to see that this controlling the Dark One wasn't in the best interest for anyone. She was certain if they asked the Dark One, then he might be more apt to help them if she convinced her future husband to free him. It would be a sign of good gesture.

As she walked beside Gaston, she noticed that the Dark One followed closely behind. She could sense his incredulous and suspicious stare upon her back, and once again, Belle couldn't shake away the warm feelings within her.

Somehow, she suspected that no one had ever spoke in favor of him, even as so far as to defend him in front of an audience.

Well, if he was commanded to hold his tongue, then she will not.

xxXXxx

During dinner, Belle lost most of her appetite while she listened to her fiancé and her father discussed their plans for the Dark One. Well, it was too good to be true to wait for tomorrow to talk about this. It would seem that King Maurice's excitement could not be contained on this matter.

Belle stole glances at the subject… he stood in the corner, covered in shadows, but his presence was very much felt. She wondered if he was hungry as well. None of their servants approached him and Gaston had not said a word about it or requested that he be fed.

Finally becoming weary of the cold shoulder that everyone was set on giving the poor man, Belle rose from the table and took a small loaf of bread and a block of cheese and walked over to the corner.

The Dark One warily watched her as she came closer, his posture tense as she smiled gently at him.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said, offering him the morsels.

The Dark One stared at it with indifference that she couldn't tell if he wanted it or not.

A bark of laughter sent chills down her spine.

"I see my bride is trying to befriend the beast. I'm afraid it doesn't have manners my lady, but you can certainly try."

Then she thought she heard Gaston murmured something and she felt a tiny pulse of magic in the air and the Dark One opened his mouth.

"You're mistaken dearie," he growled his tone high-pitch and shrilled to the ears. "I'm afraid I only dine upon the hearts of children." He let out a maniacal giggle, his hands clapping in delight at her short intake of breath. "I don't suppose you have one lying around."

"I'm afraid we're all out so this will have to do," Belle retorted, a pleased feeling overcame her at his look of disbelief. Apparently, he was not expecting that to be her response.

"That's… a shame," he said quietly, his brow arched as he regarded her closely. Without speaking another word, he took the bread and cheese.

Satisfied, Belle turned and returned to her seat. Her father was astounded and Gaston merely looked amused.

At least she found a little of her appetite returning…

xxXXxx

To Belle's relief, the wedding did not take place immediately. It was postponed for a later time at least until the ogres were defeated for good.

Even though Gaston controlled the Dark One, he told Maurice that it would take time to ensure Avonlea's safety. Furthermore, they all agreed that a wedding would be the perfect opportunity to celebrate once the kingdom was rebuilt.

Belle estimated it would be several months before Avonlea would be restored to what it was and it gave her enough time to get to know Sir Gaston better. She strongly suspected her father had insisted on the delayed wedding after he had pushed her into the arrangement in the first place. It was his way of apologizing to her and she was grateful it wouldn't be a rushed affair.

While she was relieved there would be a wait, she was expected to spend as much time as she could with her fiancé. The thought did not thrill her, especially after she witnessed his cruel treatment towards the Dark One. Yet, to her astonishment, Gaston apologized for the terrible first impression. He felt ashamed for his behavior and he didn't want Belle to think ill of him. He understood her aversion to the notion of slavery, and insisted he hadn't been keen on it himself. He felt uncomfortable in the position but he reminded himself of the thousands that have died because of the ogres and that gave him the strength to do what was expected of him and command the Dark One to do his bidding. It was the outcome of good that reaffirmed that this unsettling job had to be done. Had any other person heard the old woman and sought out the dagger… who knows what could have happened if the person had evil intentions. At least Gaston was committing one evil deed with the interest of life in mind.

It was an argument that Belle couldn't refute. He was right. What if someone else had the dagger and controlled the Dark One? Why… there could have been more of a massacre and chaos in the lands in that case. At least Gaston didn't lose himself in the seduction of power, and she begrudgingly felt guilty for judging him so quickly and harshly. However it didn't change that what he was doing was wrong. And she was loathed to admit the hypocrisy that he had a point about the Dark One's powers saving them. If he was freed, then he would kill Gaston and anyone else who thought they could control him next. Recalling the Dark One's murderous gaze, Belle believed the castle would be covered in blood, despite her hope the Dark One would help on his own if shown kindness.

So while Gaston set out to prove himself a gentleman, and he was, it didn't change the fact he often spoke about subjects that held little interest to her for long periods of time. His favorite topic of all was hunting.

Belle endured it all for the sake of politeness and she tried to show some interest; however, it was clear only to her that they had little in common.

Gaston was a man of action. He enjoyed being outdoors while Belle would rather curl up with a good book. When she told him that she loved to read, he almost scoffed at the thought. He couldn't figure out why she could possibly find it exciting or fun when it was only words on pages. There weren't any pictures for Gods sake! Even when she tried to show him that reading could be fun by reading aloud… Gaston nodded off in the middle of the story. And she purposely picked King Arthur thinking he would like the tale.

Belle spent many a time with her father, complaining that this marriage would never work.

"We have nothing in common Papa!" she exclaimed. "How can I have a conversation with him when there is nothing we care about?"

"Try Belle. I know it's difficult, but soon… you might find out that you have something in common after all. All you need is a foundation, my girl."

Belle tried. She really did. Yet, it seemed to her that it would never happen. And sadly… she seemed to be the only one aware of this.

Well, not everyone.

The first few days after Gaston's arrival, the Dark One was out on the battlefields fighting the ogres as he was bid. Belle didn't see him return to the castle once the ogres were picked off. It was only by accident that she saw him when she snuck into the War Council room to hear the men when she couldn't sleep at night.

Just as her memory recalled, he was still as handsome as she remembered. Possibly more so since there was a bundle of energy that surrounded him, giving his eyes this unusual glow within them. The strong putrid scent of copper followed him and it took her a second to realize that his clothes were soiled with blood from the ogres. And to her embarrassment… she couldn't help but feel a little excited by it.

On the other hand, her father appeared to be disgusted by the Dark One's bloodlust and asked Gaston what he was intending to do with this beast now that he had returned.

"It shall stay in the dungeons. It needs a cage after all."

There were no thanks or praises or exaltations in his name. Not even a pat on the back for his work as bloody as it was. The ogres were gone for good and what did he receive as reward?

The Dark One was sent to the dungeons until he was needed again.

Of course, Belle was quick to discover, the Dark One loved to put on a show. So when he was dismissed, he gave her father and his master an exaggerated bow and snapped his fingers as a purple mist poured from his fingertips and covered the room in its suffocating grasp. The men were coughing and waving the smoke away to see that the Dark One was already gone.

Maurice was alarmed but Gaston assured him that the beast was where he belonged below in the dungeons.

Belle had pressed her hands to her mouth to block the smoke from invading her lungs so she could keep her presence hidden. She thought about leaving but her father was asking more about the Dark One and her curiosity was piqued.

Who was this man that others believed him to be a monster?

Again, Gaston flourished the dagger. "This is the beast's weakness. Whoever wields it, controls it. But one must be careful when you give orders lest the creature take advantage of you and create chaos rather than your honorable will."

"Amazing," Maurice breathed, his fingers gliding along the smooth blade. "What is this etching? Rumplestiltskin?"

"The Dark One's true name," Gaston supplied. "Names have a special power for it, but knowing its name is much more powerful than you can imagine."

The same quick of greed flashed in the older man's eyes before he shook it away and handed the dagger back to the young knight.

"Can we trust that creature?"

"No," Gaston said truthfully. "But we can trust that it will act in our best interest. As long as we possess the dagger… the Dark One can't be free."

To hear them speak so nonchalantly as if this Rumplestiltskin has no say in his life… it sickened Belle. She left the room as discreetly as she entered and found herself heading in the direction of the dungeon. If what Gaston said was true, then the Dark One—Rumplestiltskin—would be there.

Thankfully, there were no guards to oversee him.

For a second, she thought about turning back. What was she doing in going down there by herself at such a late hour, especially without an escort? She might not have witnessed much of Rumplestiltskin, but she knew the stories and they were anything but good.

Yet, her feet kept moving, bringing her ever closer to this enigma and to her surprise… there was no fear in her heart. A man with the reputation that the Dark One had should have inspired a sense of dread or trepidation, but Belle felt none other than the intent to learn more.

She found him sitting on the floor of his cell while he coolly looked at the bars. When she stepped towards him, his gaze shifted to her, surprise filling his features.

"My, my," he said, leaping to his feet. "A late night visitor and a princess no doubt! Tell me, dearie, have you come to stare more at the beast? Perhaps give that order that has suddenly come to be too much of a temptation? I should warn you, though, be careful what you say or else something nasty might befall you."

Pressing her lips together, Belle shook her head. "I have no temptation to order you around Rumplestiltskin."

At the sound of his name, his lips pulled up into a snarl and his claws gripped the bars tightly. "What makes you think you have the right to say my name? Do you cling to that silly notion that there is a man lurking within this façade?"

"Of course," she answered, jumping slightly as he continued to laugh in that maddening pitch of his.

"You foolish girl!"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Belle glared back at him. "You are a man, aren't you? So why deny what is true?"

"Trust me, dearie. I'm no man. Far from it."

"Well, I might have to agree with the way Gaston treats you. No one should force another to submit to their whims."

"But despite that flaw, you still see him as the man of your dreams. The knight in shining armor, your true love." At that, Belle made a face. Rumplestiltskin caught it and his lips pursed together in glee. "Aha! Not in love with your husband I see."

His bluntness rendered Belle speechless momentarily. How could he possibly…?

"Why not dearie? Is he not the finest specimen that a young princess could ever want?"

"It's complicated…"

He clicked his tongue. "Now, now. That's not the truth, is it?"

She bit her lip. It was unnerving how he knew her feelings for Gaston were nonexistent.

"Well, while all of this is so 'fascinating' and there would be a wonderful deal in the making… alas, I'm bound to your intended and I cannot offer my services."

"Why would you help me if you could?" she asked.

"Why… can't you tell? I do so hate a damsel in distress."

"I'm not in distress," Belle said tersely, glaring at him. "I make my decisions and I'm not helpless."

"Really? Could have fooled me. Of course, I can see that you're wildly in love with the knight after all. Forgive me."

He was mocking her and Belle didn't like it, although she couldn't explain why his behavior bothered her so much.

"I see I touched a sore spot, mistress."

"I'm not your mistress."

"Yet," he responded, but this time, his tone was softer. "You will succumb to the allure of power. Everyone does."

"Then you don't know anything about me. I would never do such a thing."

Without another word, Belle left him alone. That night she tossed and turned and couldn't get the image of his face and that haunted stare in his amber eyes.

xxXXxx

A wise person would have stayed away, but Belle never claimed to be wise and she found herself often sneaking away to steal down to the dungeon to speak with Rumplestiltskin.

Her visits were not always friendly. He would often insult and taunt her that Belle forced herself to leave lest she lose her temper. She couldn't understand why he was so resistant to her attempts at friendship. Of course, why she would be seeking to befriend the Dark One was a question she asked herself countless times. She didn't know what she was doing or why she wouldn't give up when he wanted nothing to do with her. As much as she resolved she would not see Rumplestiltskin, she would break that vow and spend a few minutes with him regardless the voice of reason telling her it was useless.

Yet, her persistence paid off and things changed one afternoon when she brought tea down to Rumplestiltskin. Gaston and her father were out to oversee the construction of the kingdom and Belle was left to her own devices. She prepared a pot of tea and took a couple of cakes down to his cell.

Like she found him previously, Rumplestiltskin was sitting on the floor, but his back was to her while his hands moved in the air miming the motions of a spinning wheel.

Belle frowned and wondered if he was actually using magic, but the slow movements of his hands indicated there was a feeling of loss… like something was missing.

Clearing her throat, Belle asked, "Why are you spinning the air?"

His shoulders sagged while his voice softly replied, "To help me forget."

"Forget what?" How peculiar!

His head snapped up as if remembering where he was and he turned to her with an impish chuckle. "It must have worked!"

Belle found herself giggling despite herself and it only caused the Dark One to tilt his head quizzically. "Why are you here?" he questioned.

She raised the tray with the snacks and drink. "I thought you might be hungry."

Carefully, she set the tray down on the ground as she lowered herself to the cool stone. Rumplestiltskin moved to the bars, his hands coming to wrap around them as he brought his face closer to press against them. She noticed that while his pallor was green-gray there were flecks of gold scattered across his face, making his skin tone even more interesting in its origin. As much as she wanted to ask him about it, he continued to give her the same questionable expression from the moment she arrived with their snacks.

Belle wished the bars didn't separate them, but it was like a spell was cast over them and no one could leave or enter the jail cell unless Gaston wished it. So she had to settle on the uncomfortable floor, but it was a small sacrifice she was willing to make it get to know the Dark One more.

She placed a cake on one of the plates and handed it to him. He looked down at it, a suspicious glare in his eyes.

Belle sighed. "It's not poisoned." Still, she set the plate by him if he changed his mind. Then she started to pour the tea and added a little bit of cream to it. Taking the blue and white floral cup, she tried again but this time… Rumplestiltskin reached out and seized her wrist, causing the cup to fall as the tea splashed against the stone and Belle's gown.

"Why are you here?" he demanded, shaking her wrist. "Is this supposed to be some kind of trick? You think you can help your precious husband learn the secrets of the monster with your conniving kindness and treats?!"

Belle gaped, her jaw dropping at the accusation. "Of course not!" she exclaimed. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. That you were being taken care of since everyone is so afraid of you!"

She yanked her arm away from him. "Besides, Gaston is not my husband. Not yet and I have no reason or desire to confide in him as a wife should." Then she glanced at him and his unreadable countenance. "Doesn't he already know everything there is about you? He does control the dagger."

"He simply holds the dagger and I have no choice to obey. Yet, he is not bright enough to learn what he needs to know by asking. Some leader he will turn out. He can strategize when it is needed, but he lacks the oral skills to fully know his enemy."

Belle noticed that whenever someone questioned Gaston about the Dark One, he seemed to skirt around the question and never gave a fully explained answer. Then again, all a person needs to do is fall back on the stories and be satisfied with that.

"You're quite right. Gaston does lack the skills to communicate well and he doesn't have much of an imagination either."

Rumplestiltskin was stunned she agreed with him.

"Oh no!" Belle said softly, bending over to pick up the cup. Along the rim there was a tiny crack and she wasn't sure how she was going to explain that to the servants or her father if he heard about her trip to the dungeon. "It's chipped!"

"It's just a cup," the Dark One muttered.

Belle gave him a pointed look. "That's not what I mean. I'll have to get rid of it-"

"Why would you do something so bloody stupid?" he scoffed. "It's still a perfectly good cup to serve its purpose. But if you're so determined to destroy the evidence of your sordid visit, then at least give it to me."

Wordlessly, Belle handed it to him and wasn't sure to make of his sudden odd behavior. Then again… anything that Rumplestiltskin did rarely made sense to her.

Through the bars, he poured himself some more tea and snatched the cake from the plate. He didn't speak anymore to her and Belle left, her head in a daze over this puzzling exchange.

xxXXxx

She didn't know how it happened, but something changed. She and Rumplestiltskin developed a tentative form of friendship once he got over his suspicions of her, even though she was his keeper's fiancée.

He seemed to harbor many secrets, but with each visit, Belle saw how Rumple (a nickname that started suddenly) began to open up to her. It was the little things like how he used to be a spinner in another lifetime and what his favorite sweets were and how he liked his tea (using the chipped cup like always) and what books he liked to read. As soon as she discovered that Rumple liked to read, Belle would smuggle some of her favorites to him. Then while they drank their tea, they would discuss the book, arguing over the dialogue, characters' decisions, etc.

It was nice to have someone to talk to.

From there, their conversations eventually evolved to the personal. Rumple kept his words closely guarded (as much as Belle hated it), but he told her how he was captured.

Gaston's story was true with the exception that the old hag was actually Regina, the Evil Queen in disguise. She had been a student of Rumple's and when he failed in a particular deal of theirs… she took her revenge and sent Gaston to find the dagger that would enslave him.

"Of course it wasn't my fault the deal failed," Rumple told her. "She was told there was a chance it wouldn't work, but she chose to ignore that small fine print."

"What was it?" Belle asked, curious on what this deal was.

"Her true love had died horribly and she wanted him to be brought back to life."

Belle felt pity for Regina at the news, but that didn't justify what she did to Rumple. It was terrible her love didn't return, however, this did not mean she could strip Rumple of his freedom for something that wasn't in his power.

"It's not fair that happened. You shouldn't be punished."

"Well, others may disagree. There are other reasons why I should be punished." By the look on her face, Rumple interrupted, "But that's a story not ready to be shared."

"Rumple," Belle said quietly, her face full of earnest as she laid her hand over his against the bar. The touch was shocking and something flashed in his dark eyes. "You do not deserve this. No man does. Let me speak to Gaston. He is a man of honor and he will have to let you go—"

"'Fraid not dearie," he said. "You forget… I'm only a beast and your chivalrous knight won't let loose a creature that cannot be trusted. No… this is where I'll stay."

"Why?" Belle hissed. "Why would you want to stay here as a prisoner?"

Rumple pulled away from her and took something from his pocket. It took Belle a while to figure out what it was that he was now cradling so delicately.

Her blue eyes widened when she recognized the chipped cup.

He looked at her and no other words were needed. She understood.

xxXXxx

It was difficult to pinpoint when Belle began to fall in love with Rumple, but one morning she woke with a smile and her thoughts turned to the Dark One. She was looking forward to spending more time with him while Gaston was out to survey the lands—a trip that would last a couple of days.

She then realized that she was the happiest when she was near the imp. It was his face she wanted to see all day long, it was his voice in that rumbling accent she could listen to for hours, it was his thoughts and opinions she wanted to know, and it was simply him that she could be herself without worrying about a disapproval look.

I love him, she thought with a giggle. I love Rumplestiltskin.

As wondrous as it was… her smile instantly vanished.

She was an engaged woman. She promised herself to Sir Gaston. She couldn't fall in love with another man… but against her power… she did. She truly did.

Belle was in tears and she had to pretend to Hannah it was because she would miss Gaston. Oh! How it grieved her to lie to others about her feelings, but what other choice did she have? Everyone assumed she would fall in love with Gaston once she got to know him. Even Hannah seemed to be besotted with her future husband, and not only did Belle not fall for Gaston's charms and good looks, but she fell in love with the Dark One.

She knew she had to put an end with her association with Rumple and while it was the right decision to make… the actual doing so was too hard. She knew Rumple would want to know why and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, to make him think she was no different from the others who mistreated him, but she lost her courage when she saw him and his endearing crooked grin.

She couldn't destroy him… she couldn't. Oh Gods… what was she to do?

"You're awfully quiet Belle. Is something wrong? Did… Did that oaf do something?"

Belle was lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't catch what her companion was saying, except it was her name that caught her attention.

He never once called her Belle. It was always "dearie," a name that he attached to everyone, and one that she didn't like to be referred to. It startled her to hear her name that she ignored the implied warning at the mention of Gaston.

"No… it's nothing Gaston did," she answered too quietly that Rumple had to strain himself to catch those words. Knowing this was her chance to return to her promised path, Belle forced herself to look into his face. "Rumple… we have to stop this. We can't see each other like this anymore."

As expected, his countenance crumbled and it was the first time she witnessed him so vulnerable. Normally, he was so strong and impenetrable that to see him so broken was unnerving. Belle wanted to take her words back immediately, but it was too late. Once they were spoken, there was no way they could ignore it.

"You don't mean it…" he whispered. "You don't… You can't."

"I'm sorry Rumple," Belle said, her body trembling. "I'm engaged. I gave my word. I cannot break my commitment no matter how I feel. It's not right for us to be like this and it won't be long before someone eventually finds out. It's better we end whatever path we were heading down now before it gets out of hand."

She should get up and walk away. Her mind was screaming at her body to do so, but she remained planted on the ground while Rumple lowered his head against the metal bars, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, as he attempted to reign in his temper.

A wise person would have left by now. Yet, Belle was ruled by her heart and she couldn't leave him in this state.

Cautiously, Belle inched closer. His hair was covering his face so she couldn't see what he was thinking. When she ran her fingers through his curls, she wasn't shocked when Rumple grabbed her hand.

Good…

Maybe this will help ease the pain that they were both feeling.

She wanted him to war at her, to scream and curse her name, anything to make it go away so she could live her life the way she had to.

Instead, he pulled her against him, his other hand reaching through his cell to wrap around her waist so she couldn't move. Her face was too close to his… his panting, hot breath washing over her and Belle closed her eyes, too afraid… too cowardly to see what her rejection was doing to this man.

"Open your eyes Belle," Rumple ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. And she was too weak to deny him.

Instead of a snarling, vengeful Dark One in front of her… Rumple's countenance was shining with love.

Wait… did that mean he…?

"I decide what path I'll take," he murmured. "This is what I choose."

Then they were kissing like their lives depended on it.

TBC…