Chapter One: Doubt and Self-Loathing
Disclaimer: Despite the fact that I have read more FanFictions than what is probably healthy; this is the first one I have written myself. So please bear with me as I attempt to do this show justice.
Slight AU
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In all seriousness, she had never felt so enraged in her entire life. Of the thousands of things he could have of done, or said; he chose the only one that played off of her insecurities, and he knew it. Typical men, they think that women are delicate ornaments for their arms to be put on display and discarded like garbage once they have served their purpose. Belle had always believed that she would amount to something great, and when Rumplestiltskin had appeared in her father's war council room demanding her; she thought that was her chance. She could save the lives of her entire kingdom.
What she had not the slightest inkling of when she had accepted his proposition however, was that she would fall, blissfully in love with him. Belle had never feared him, she feared his power and at first she did not trust him; but for some inexplicable reason she had never held an ounce of fear for him, until today.
In order to properly introduce the story here, however, we need to back up. Belle's Betrothal. August 14th, what Belle started to call the worst day of her live. Ironic, considering it was on the August 12th prior, that her father, love of her sixteen year-old life; had nearly died. He had become extremely ill, and due to Belle's former interest in suitors, or lack thereof, and his self-inflicted paranoia, he had demanded that there would be a man, waiting and ready, to take his place when he died. Thus, Belle meet Gaston hours before she learned they were to be wed.
Perfectly described, Gaston is, in the words of Belle, "an insufferable brute with no brain, and thinks of a women as a tool to be used to impress other royals and bear him sons." Though as they say, if you hear something enough times, you may eventually believe it. On her eighteenth birthday, she had finally reached her breaking point. After enduring Gaston's constant belittlement of her and her father's reprimand of her reading, she had had enough. She began to wonder if it was worth it, and how easy it would be to remain unnaturally silent, put down her beloved books, and forget of her childish dreams of adventure and bravery.
After thoroughly ensuring that everything of any value in the great hall, besides her teacup, was on the floor in thousands of angry pieces; Rumplestiltskin magically repaired the room to it former gloomy glory. Only to destroy it again when he learned Belle had died, but he deserved nothing less. He had thrown her out, left her to struggle through the woods with nothing but her brains and her wit, in the middle of winter. He yelled at her calling her a liar and a thief when she had told him that she loved him. Belle being Belle had angrily retorted that she wasn't a liar nor a thief, and that she really did love him. Later he would laugh, thinking she really was both; she lied saying she wasn't a thief, because unknowingly she had stolen his heart, and when Belle had courageously offered him hers, he had crushed it under his idiotic boot.
That was a bit of a short chapter, but that was mostly to get it started.
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