In His Arms
Disclaimer: I've received a letter from Disney that says I do not own Beauty and the Beast. Damn. Nor do I own the fan art that inspired me to write this. The artist is liLCrAziiBitcH on Deviant art
It was a terrible day outside of the castle walls, so the plans Belle and The Beast had made to go out and have a picnic would have to wait till at least tomorrow. Belle had found herself in the library just after lunch, grabbing as many books as she could carry. The Beast invited her to sit by the fire in hopes they could get closer. He of course asked her to bring some books with her, because he secretly loved the sound of her voice when she read to him. When she arrived in a simple blue gown that had been sent to the castle only recently, his heart stopped. She was beautiful, she was always beautiful, but her hair was done differently today. Part of it was in a loose bun, while the rest flowed down her neck to touch her shoulders. She had four books in her arms and a smile on her face.
Once she was seated they started with Macbeth and then started on Le Morte d'Arthur. By the time they had finished the story of King Arthur and his knights, it was dinner. The pair sat across from each other and discussed the affair of Lancelot and Guinevere.
"Why would she betray her husband?" The Beast asked rather upset by story.
"Well she didn't love Arthur," Belle began cautiously, "And it was wrong to do so, but you can't get in the way of true love." Her eyes shone as she spoke of true love, and The Beast took note of this.
"What is the next book?" he wondered out loud.
Belle looked down to think for a moment, and then looked into his eyes. "It's an adventure story called Don Quixote."
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence and rather quickly, both eager to dive into the next story. Night had fallen into its darkness and they reached the last book. This one was one of Belle's favorites, and The Beast figured since he had heard her say this many times about a book, that she had many favorites. It was almost midnight as Belle felt her eyes grow heavy from reading, and The Beast's fur was warm. Though she chalked it up to it being because they were sitting by the fire, she could not help but rest her head into it, falling asleep with but two sentences of the page left. The Beast was also very tired, and wrapped part of his cape around her small form. He tried to gently pick up the book, but Belle held on to the book rather tightly. The Beast smiled, the ending could wait, and he wrapped one arm around her and closed his eyes. Yes the ending could wait because for now his story was more important.
And this is only the beginning of their love story, but for now it is
The End.