Belle and Pierre (name of the Beast) had been living happily married for fifteen years now. They had two children, Marie who was fourteen, and Pierre who was seven. They still lived in their huge castle with Mrs. Potts, Chip, and the rest.
They were sitting in the dinning room eating dinner.
"Eat your broccoli you two! You'll grow big and strong," preached Belle.
"Kids, wash up and go to your rooms," said Pierre in a stern voice. The kids hurried along out of the dinning room. Loud thuds could be heard as the children stampeded up the stairs.
"What was that all about?" Belle questioned.
"Read the paper, dear," responded Pierre. Belle picked up the paper and read it over. "Parisian Citizens Storm Bastille", "King Louis and Marie Antoinette held in Prison", "Émigrés flee France." Belle looked up in shock.
"Why would French citizens storm the Bastille? Why are the King and Queen being locked up? Why are people fleeing? What does this all mean? Why is this happening?" She panicked.
"Dear, the commoners are fed up with the government, of how the nobles and clergy get special privileges. They want a change, a revolution. And, well, Cousin Louis won't agree to that," explained Pierre. "I suggest we flee as well. Having noble blood might get us and the children locked up as well. The dauphin has already been taken from Louis. Robespierre is brainwashing him. The nerve of that man, the boy's just a child."
"How fast can you get us out of here?" Belle questioned.
"Go up and tell the children we are going on a vacation. Pack as much as you can into our vacation luggage. It must look as if we are going on vacation. Do it quickly, I want to leave within two hours." Pierre instructed.
