A/N: Hello dears! This is a bit of a tear-jerker chapter. The big emotional scene at the end has gone over several re-writes, but it's still not as good as I want it. I know it may not be perfect, but I still hope it portrays accurate feelings.
Thank you Nimara Portmac for the review!
Enjoy the chapter.
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Chapter 6
The Deepest Betrayal
A small scream came from her throat as she was carelessly tossed into the darkness of her cell. Babette hit the floor hard, pain shooting through her arm as it collided with the cold stone. She sat up slowly, glowering in fury at the tall shadow above her.
Adam seemed unaffected by her boiling anger, "Let's see if a night here with your beloved will make you more compliant."
Babette turned her attention to the man lying in the cell beside her. Lumiere was glaring at the King, masking his fear. "You can do whatever you want to me. But I will never be your little puppet."
Adam growled in response. Babette winced at the loud clang of the doors of both cells closing. She watched, feeling helpless as the King exited the dungeon.
Babette clutched the golden heart locket around her neck. "So this is what I get for helping people."
Lumiere gave her a look of sympathy, "This isn't your fault."
"I know…it's the King."
"What was your first clue?"
Babette couldn't stop the smile that spread across her lips. "You always know just what to say to me."
"I consider it a gift."
The brunette inched closer, slipping three of her fingers through the metal bars separating their cells. Lumiere grasped her fingers gently, giving them a comforting squeeze. "We will get out of this, my love."
A wavering male voice came from nearby. "So I see the precious hybrid servants finally messed up."
Babette turned, peering into the darkness. A man – obviously human – inhabited the cell opposite her. As his eyes landed on her he gave a sneer of disgust. "What? Never seen a prisoner of your beloved King before?"
"I don't love the King. I don't even remotely like him."
The man raised a brow, "Finally one of your kind has sense." He gestured to Lumiere, "This one blindly obeys that King no matter what."
He moved forward, determined to defend himself. "I do that to keep my life. I don't agree with what the King does at all."
Suddenly, the dungeon door creaked open. An elderly woman walked in, white hair tied up in a ponytail. Her green eyes landed on Lumiere, and her gaze softened. "Oh dear, what happened?"
"The King attempted to choke me."
The old woman frowned and unlocked the cell door. Kneeling in front of him, she gently pressed her fingers against the sides of his throat, checking for bruising. "You're lucky to be alive."
"I know Mrs. Potts. I am very grateful that Babette was able to save me. She used magic."
The elderly woman's eyes brightened as she glanced at the brunette. "Really?"
Babette smiled weakly, "Yes."
Mrs. Potts looked down at the golden locket around the younger woman's neck. She frowned, "I thought someone would have told you by now."
"Pardon?"
The elderly healer and Lumiere shared a look, before looking at Babette. Mrs. Potts sighed, "That couple in your locket…they…they aren't your real parents."
Babette's eyes went wide, her grip tightening around her locket. "What?"
"The image in your locket was created by magic."
The brunette swallowed, trying to stop her voice from shaking. "My real parents…?"
Mrs. Potts took her hand, meeting her eyes. "You were born in this very dungeon. The daughter of a prisoner and a visiting sorcerer."
Tears trickled down Babette's cheeks. She debated asking any more. She almost didn't want to know. Her voice was a whisper, "What happened to them?"
Lumiere took a deep breath, "The King had me kill your father, and…after you were born…the guards killed your mother. She fought so hard to keep you."
Babette blinked, "You lied to me."
Her fiancé gave a sad nod, "Aye."
The brunette's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You all lied to me." She turned her eyes to Lumiere, her voice shaking. "You…You…" she trailed off, unable to finish.
"I'm sorry, my love."
She sat against the wall of her cell. She didn't even care about the cold metal bars on her back. Babette was certain she could feel her heart breaking. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rested her head on her knees. The material of her dress muffled her screaming as she cried, tears streaming down her face.
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A/N: I'm not going to cry…
So what did everyone think? Was the emotional scene realistic? I'm not good at writing sad scenes.
I'm not sure when Chapter 7 will be up. I have a basic idea for it but that's about it.
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See you soon,
~Babetteisawesome
