Rumplestiltskin

Author: The Daughter of Santan

Rating: T

Pairing: Rumplestliltkin/Mr. Gold / Belle

Disclaimer: Hey don't look at me I'm just taking the Characters for a spin who belong to ABC and the people who brought them to life.

Genre: Romance/ Fantasy

Summary: Rumplestiltskin had been born the only heir to the Frontlands but had been banished from the throne for his cursed appearance Belle is the kind daughter of King Maurice but for a slip in one moment trouble happens. As it happens only one person can help her from the terrible fate that be falls her. AU

A/N: This idea came to me by mixing the original tale with Disney's beauty and the Beast and a book by Jenni James. The Fairy tale character counterpart from my other story is in here as well.

Prologue Kingdom of the Frontlands

Loud horrified screams could be heard throughout the small castle but the sound mixed with infant screams of a newborn. The queen had been in labor for most of the day for the child was the heir to the kingdom. But fate was fickle for everyone that is how the future king was set for. The royal midwives who were very competent at what they did had released horrified gasps but the queen had ordered the head midwife to hand her the baby. At first glance though the queen's hazel green eyes widened and her scream was heard outside. The infant boy for that was what the baby was, was covered in golden scales with large amber eyes and his poor little fingers nails were blackened claws. His sparse hair was stringy looking as it hung every which way around his small face. His mother all but shoved him into the arms of the head midwife, in utter revolution at the thing that was her son. The midwife tried to calm the young newborn prince as her queen's beautiful face scrunched up in disgust. The boy who had stopped crying as soon as he was placed in his mother's arms quietly began to whimper once more as he was forced into the arms of the midwife. "I want you to get rid of the horrid thing." The queen all but roared, causing the child to howl in terror at the tone.

The head midwife ran as fast as her old legs could go. The newborn was secured in a wooden basket used mostly for food, a brown thick blanket tucked around him, as he slept finally since they left. He had cried along time after their flight. With her actions she would be considered a traitor to the crown and therefore be executed for treason for disobeying the queen's direct order of killing the baby. A bright twinkling light appeared in front of her halting her in her tracks. It was a fairy. Not just any fairy but the queen of the magical race. She changed into her human form and offered the already scared servant a kind if not calming smile. The smile its job of calming her down.

"Do not fret, I mean neither of you harm." The fairy explained easily taking control of the conversation since the woman was speechless but her grip on the basket that contained the baby boy was still strong a sign that spoke of her willingness to protect the infant. It was a good thing for it showed a sign into her soul and character. "I am Queen Titania of the fairies, Angela Potts." Queen Titania slowly approached Angela and looked at the still sleeping child. Despite the scales that covered his face, he was beautiful baby.

"Her majesty ordered me to kill him but I couldn't bring myself to do that." She had no clue what posed her to say that. The fairy nodded in understanding and produced her wand. Angela Potts eyes widened at the thing and backed up several inches away from the thing. She was so scared of the person she didn't see the small figure that had appeared behind her until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder making her flinch. "Titania means you no harm, she only means to help the child," A rough clearly accented drawl explained before the hand vanished and the figure walked around her. "Hello Archer." Titania greeted the younger woman with great affection. The person addressed as Archer was very small with long light brown hair braided to her knees that showed off her pointed ears that were much like the elves of the realm of eternal winter Angela had heard about when she was a child along with tales of the smaller woman.

"So what in all the realms is goin' on, Ti?" Archer asked, turning to at the ex-midwife who shivered at the dark crimson red eyes that seemed to stare almost into her very soul. But were warm towards the baby who had awoken at the rough accent his amber eyes had an almost curious look as he stared at the young woman with pointed ears. "What exactly happened for you, Ti, to summon me? Archer questioned, not taking her crimson eyes from the child. Now that he was awake and away from the woman who had birthed him he was rather handsome despite the scales that turned from gold to grey "I had just arrived as you appeared. Anyway Angela Potts," Titania explained, "You did a very honorable if not brave thing by rescuing the prince there. You see the prince was afflicted with a curse before he was born." She turned her light amethyst eyes on Archer, who raised a slender brow but reframed from saying anything as Titania addressed her, "Archer, I need your help on how to break his curse, I mean if there is another way than true love's kiss or if not, who it is that is his true love."

Angela was numb with shock as Archer silently nodded and approached her. The newborn prince was cursed? Who would do something like that to an innocent child? As soon as the thought formed it seemed rather foolish. There wasn't a shortage of people who would want to do that. The queen was spoiled and very vain about her looks. The king was even worse arrogant and selfish. Little wonder their son was placed under a curse. She was pulled from her musings by Archer who gently picked up the baby and held him close to his chest competently as she turned the full force of her eyes on his own.

Archer looked into the soul of the baby she held to her heart. The boy like most people had many paths he could choose to go down. One path showed what would've happened had he not been cursed, he would've grown up to be even worse than both his parents combined. Another showed him being left by the midwife in the forest to die of exposure, which caused her to tighten her grip slightly around him at seeing the moment. She watched several more until she came across one that held herself in it. He would grow into a man of average height and be incredibly slender with nine children who adored him as their father and a woman of breath taking beauty who's smile seemed to radiate goodness and love for them all. For what seemed to her hours was only an intake of air for anyone else, she looked up and over at Titania with a dimpled smile that made her disturbing eyes light up happily.

"He does indeed have a true love but it will be a long time before she is even born." Archer explained, gently rocking him back to sleep against her poet shirt. The boy squeaked out a yawn before doing exactly that. "Both will be safe with me," Catching the confused look on Angela's face, "What you'd thought that I'd take him without bringing you? You'd risked your life to smuggle him out of that castle earning many points from me in your book."

Archer knelt down and placed him back in the basket, then stood up to place her long fingers on the older woman's shoulder to teleport them both to the coastal mountains when Titania stopped her with a question, "Did you see a name for him, Archer?" A smirk appeared on her lightly tanned face, "I did indeed," Archer looked back down at the sound sleeping boy who breathed softly, "A name that will be remembered for all time; Rumplestiltskin."

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