He watched the wheel work, slowly turning the unruly sheep's wool into yarn – not gold, yarn. He had enough of gold.
David walked slowly through the sheet that separated the store to his private room. "Your Highness, how may I help you today?" He asks, letting the spinning wheel slow to a stop on its own.
"I, uh, just wanted to tell you that Belle's going to be alright. She's being released as we speak." David pushed his hands in his back pockets – a nervous habit. "I thought you of all people would like to know how she's doing."
"Well that's all very good to hear," Gold stopped for a moment, placing a finger at his lips in mock pondering, "But could you answer one more thing for me?"
David tried to crack a smile, to ease the tension in the shop. "Anything."
"Who's Belle?"
Why do you spin so much?
I like to watch the wheel. Helps me forget.
…Guess it worked.