Short drabble Rumble. Set in the Dark Castle after Belle comes to work for him.
My goal is to have this story under 15 chapters, with the ending being filled with lovely smut! I was debating on having each chapter separate, however, I think I can make the story flow as one with everything. If not I will simple make a new one shot.
R&R
Belle knew she couldn't leave the dungeon without the door being unlocked. The first day of injustice of being locked down there stung, but she didn't know what she truly expected. So it came as a shock to her as she rested a hand on the handle to the door after pulling her warm blanket off her and standing, that she found the door unlocked.
She had been contemplating everything about last night when she rested her hand on the handle and it slid open a crack. She pushed it open gently and stuck her head out. She glanced up and down the hall, wondering if all of it was a trap.
She tentatively stepped outside of her usually locked room and pulled the door shut. She tiptoed up the stone floor, into the main dining room, and into the kitchen. She stood up straight then and looked around.
Rumpel had a full set of plates and the works, he had fully stocked shelves of preserved foods, along with a giant hollow block of ice, kept frozen by magic she supposed. On elevated layers of shelves where foods in varying degrees of frozen themselves. She smiled, he gave her the pillow, she could be nice too.
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Rumpel woke and dressed with a graciously wide flourish of his hand. Today he would put Belle to work, get her out of the dungeon. He told himself it was only so she wouldn't have enough energy in the evening to cry after cleaning the house all day.
"Alright dearie, that's enough of a lie-in for you, being that you're not doing anything during the day. Today you-" he blinked. He had walked into the room, speaking not looking. The room was empty, blanket and pillow in a careless heap on the bed. He was furious with himself. He stomped up the stairs. She could run but she couldn't hide from him, she was his property. He slammed open the dining room door, which was where he had most recently left his book of people. Each page had a name or pseudonym for the person, along with something that was of them, mainly- hair.
He had wrenched open the cabinet and pulled down the book when the door to the kitchen unevenly pushed open. Belle backed into the room, her body twisting to fit a large tray through. She turned and looked up to see him and smiled brightly. If he would be her last companion forever, she might as well be polite.
"Goodmorning, I made breakfast.". She placed the tray on the table and put a plate in front of his place and another in front of hers. "I didn't know what you did or didn't like so I guessed, but I can make a few things at least. I used to sit in the kitchens.." She trailed off meeting his gaze as he oddly stepped away from a book and watched her.
"How did you get out." It was said like and angry statment and Belle wondered if she had overstepped her bounds.
"The door unlocked when I grabbed the handle." She looked at him nervously and Looked back at the tray, where two mugs sat, one chipped. The one he drank from, and when he wasn't using it, she would. She had broken it after all. Rumpel strode around the table and faced her. He held out his hand to her.
"Your hand." He demanded. She held it out shyly and he took it, running a finger on her palm, making her spine tingle a little. "You're not magical are you?" He asked still holding her hand firmly, looking into her eyes.
"No, I'm not speci- No. I don't have magic." She looked at her feet. She had more often than not been told she was useless unless someone wanted to find a missing book. It had been her hope when she was much younger to have a magical talent, to be at the very least strong enough to heal injuries or do something.
Rumpel dropped her hand and sat in his spot watching her as she poured tea for both of them and took her seat. They ate in silence, Belle's cooking tasty enough to distract himself of his self punishment for not locking her in, and her from her childhood girl fairy dreams.
They finished breakfast, and Belle sipped her tea looking outside thinking about cleaning, wondering if he would have other ladies clothing. He stood and snapped his fingers, making their plates disappear, and her gown change into a white dress, with a blue over lay skirt, and matching corset. She gasped and looked at him. He smiled over his cup of tea, standing at the enge of the table.
"Your other gown is downstairs. This one is so you are more comfortable with your daily chores." Belle smiled and stood, curtsying for him.
"Thank you Rumpel." She surprised herself with how much she meant it. Rumpel smiled, and strode to a door off to the side of the room.
"Your duties are to keep the entire house clean. If a door is locked, leave it, even if it was open the day before. My clothes are piling up, wash room is in a door off the kitchen." He paused glancing back at her. "Magic- doesnt make a person special or not." And he was gone.
Okay so that's part 2! If I had to guess there is going to be maybe 13 chapters so make sure to R&R so I upload quickly. ;)
Love all you lovely's!
