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"Challenge accepted! um, Rumbelle in the Dark Castle,, Belle trips over and breaks an arm, but as it is early days she decides to hide it from the Dark One, Cue fluff and comfort and healing please please"

It was all her fault. Her complete, blasted fault.

The curtains had always bothered her, even when she wasn't facing them. They were always…there. They smothered away the light, kept the beautiful mountains surrounding the Dark Castle hidden from view. Belle had turned from her dusting to pointedly glare at them, as if she hoped her stern gaze would cause for them to shrivel away.

Her new master, Rumplestiltskin, certainly needed some sunlight, she had decided. She managed to drag the large ladder she had unearthed in Rumplestiltskin's vast storage room to the first set of windows, giving a confident huff as she clambered up to the top.

She had stood on the rungs below her, tugging persistently at the curtains. What, did he nail these to the walls? She frowned, giving a hard yank. Her hands slipped from the smooth fabric, throwing her from the ladder. Her heart plummeted into her throat, beating frantically as she fell, hitting the hard wooden floor and taking the brunt of the fall with her arm.

And now here she was, sitting up on the ground with her arm searing with pain. Belle winced, carefully feeling along her arm to find the injured area, praying silently that she'd only bumped it. A particularly blinding bout of pain hit her as she gripped her wrist. She closed her eyes, a pathetic little sob passing her lips as she squeezed harder, trying to feel more. The pain had tears rolling down her face, but her fingers felt the break, clear as day. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How will I hide this from him?

She couldn't ask him for help, she refused. He'd laugh in her face for being so foolish, perhaps even punish her by refusing to heal the break.

After a few moments of collecting herself, she stood, favoring her wrist as she single handedly tilted the ladder to the ground and folded it. She dragged it back to its appropriate spot in the storage room and decided to hide away in the kitchen, sitting by the warm fire of the hearth as she tried to think of a solution to the broken wrist. If she wrapped it, he'd notice, but if she barreled through the pain, favoring the wrist? Perhaps she'd be able to do it after all!

Her hopes faded as tea time neared, as signaled by the wind up clock resting above the hearth. She took a long breath, heading over to prepare her master's tea. Do the brave thing and bravery will follow, do the brave thing and bravery will follow.

She bustled out into Rumplestiltskin's dining room, which seemed to be more of a display room to her, the tea tray in hand. Rumplestiltskin sat at the head of the long table, fingers steepled and eyes carefully watching her as she neared him. Why does he always seem so sad? Maybe others would take it for hostility…but in his eyes…

Belle winced as a flare of immense pain shot throughout her wrist and arm, causing the tray to jerk off balance. She managed to recover just in time to prevent another chipped cup, but the boiling tea from his cup splashed onto her arm, making her give a soft cry of surprise.

She quickly glanced up as the tea tray was removed from her hands, caught off guard by Rumplestiltskin, who had quickly moved to her aid as soon as he noticed her trembling hand. He placed the tea tray on the table before turning to her, unfocused eyes scanning from her face to the wrist she clutched in her hand.

"And what is…this?" he questioned stiffly, motioning to her wrist.

"I, ah…I fell…" she lamely admitted, eyes cast downwards like a child being scolded for stealing the last pastry.

"And you didn't tell me? What do you think I am? A monster?" he acted offended before noting the blank expression on her face. "Oh, wait, I am, aren't I?" he gave a cackle, his hand shooting out to grab her injured arm and jerk her wrist towards him.

His grip was extremely gentle for such a rough display, which had Belle furrowing her brow in confusion. He's no monster…he's just…a man A lonely, lonely, man. His touch was even softer, trailing gently along her wrist. She visibly winced as he prodded the location of her pain and she swore he almost looked guilty.

She watched as his hand was surrounded by a sort of purple aura giving a groan of relief as the pain faded away completely. "There we are," he breathed, peering up into her blue eyes as if to assure that she was well.

Belle gave a laugh of disbelief, shaking her head with a grin. "I suppose next time I should find you, yes?" she asked as he released her arm.

"Next time, dearie, you won't be attempting such feats when I am not in the room,"

She blanched. He saw me? But…how? He wasn't eve-

Of course he had been there. It was his castle. He probably knew each and every occurrence within its walls. Her attempt to hide her injury had probably been his evening entertainment, she bitterly reflected. Serves me right.

She lifted the tray, a small smile on her lips. "I'll tidy this up and return," she informed him as she headed towards the door. She still could feel the touch of his fingers on her wrist, the grip on her arm. She couldn't just leave without even thanking him, could she? She paused, a blush playing at her cheeks as she turned towards him. "Rumplestiltskin? Thank you…and…you aren't a monster, you're just…lonely," she half expected him to grab her and shake her, roaring that he was not a man at all. She had overstepped her boundaries, as she often had with her new master.

Rumplestiltskin only stood, quite speechless as his little maid bustled off to fix his tea. He lifted his fingers, sill tingling from the touch of her soft skin, and stared at them. Lonely…

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