Where there is a beauty, there is a beast.
Chapter 2
"Here is the Tea you asked for Master." A short, slightly pudgy, British woman stood next to a large elegant chair in the dinning room. She wore a white dress and a purple waist apron. Her hair was white as snow and it was pinned up and out of her face. She held a white and purple tea pot that she brewed moments earlier, along with the sugar, cream, and a small tea cup down in front of a man sitting in the large chair. His hands were folded and pressed up against his mouth with his elbow resting on the table. He did this often when he was deep in thought. The lady huffed and put her hands on her hips. "Master, how many times must I tell you? Elbows off the table!" She scolded but the man wasn't paying attention to her.
His mind was else where. The lady took his arms in her hands and pushed them off the table lightly. The man snapped out of his daydream and growled at the lady. "Now master, you know very well you deserved it." The lady huffed and put her hands back on her hips. She shook her head and placed the cup of tea in front of him. "If you would excuse me, I must go fetch your breakfast." She said softly then walking off into the kitchen. The man sighed and took a small sip of his tea.
He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his shoulder length brown hair, sighing. There he was, drinking the same old tea every single morning, Everything was the same old thing. Drink tea, eat breakfast, and sulk around the castle. He would wander through the library every so often when he got bored. He never really enjoyed the library before. Before she came, it was just sitting there, all the books collecting dust. That's how most things used to be before she came.
The man was brought out of his thoughts by the opening of the kitchen doors and the rattling of things on the cart. He turned towards the kitchen and saw the lady returning pushing a small cart with various items on it. She stopped in front of the table and set it all out for him. A small glass of orange juice, a bowl of oatmeal, some scrambled eggs and a few pieces of toast. He smiled slightly and began to eat. "Thank you Miss Potts. It looks delicious."He thanked her and continued to spoon up the oatmeal. She smiled warmly and bowed her head. "I'm glad you think so sir. Now if you don't mind, I have to go feed the other workers as well as my children." She giggled slightly at the comment about her children. She had four of them. Chip, Zachary, Pierre and Felicia.
Chip was well known throughout the castle. He was around 15 now, all of his brothers and one sister were younger than him by a few years but they still helped around the castle. The master nodded his head and Miss Potts left for the kitchen, taking the cart with her and leaving the master to eat in peace.
Miss Potts closed the kitchen doors behind her and walked quickly over to the stove where Jock was slaving away at the stove. "Alright Jock, time to start serving the help!" Miss Potts exclaimed while putting plates of food on the small cart. "I'm working as fast as I can Madame Potts! I can only cook so fast!" Jock exclaimed with his French accent becoming very thick. He always did this when he was annoyed or frustrated. It usually castle practically. Miss Potts shook her head and delivered what was on the cart to the people waiting in the second dining hall, strictly for the help. Miss Potts entered the dining hall where she was greeted by all of the staff and their bickering. Miss Potts was familiar with all of the kitchen help along with a few others but not everyone. She spotted her four children sitting next to each other along with Lumiere, Cogsworth and Eglantine, or as she was formally known as The Wardrobe. Eglantine was the castles opera singer, she performed shows for the master and whatever guests he had brought. She was a slightly larger woman who had pale skin, fiery red hair that she wore curled and up and her face was usually covered in makeup. Also a the table was the feather duster, or Fifi, along with some of the other help. "Good morning everyone." Miss Potts greeted as she delivered the food around the table with the help of Jock. "Morning, Miss Potts. How is the master feeling today?" Lumiere asked as he dove into his plate of scrambled eggs. "Oh, the same as everyday. Sits there and daydreams about god knows what." She sighed along with the rest of the table.
"Poor thing, he has been this way ever since Belle left us." Fifi piped up and shook her head. She was sitting next to Lumiere who had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "We all changed after she left." Lumiere agreed. The table started to bustle with conversation. They were all concerned for the master. He had been so happy with Belle around. He doesn't even speak her name anymore without getting sad or angry. The table continued to argue over different points on the subject. Some thought it was wrong of Belle to leave him and they didn't want her back. Others thought the master was the one who was wrong but they still want to try and help him out of this stage he was in. They didn't want to see him sad anymore. They all knew what he wanted. All he wanted was Belle to be with him again.