Rumpelstiltskin
Well that was amusing in the least. Now the pirate had another angry man out after him. Although to be quite fair Prince Charming was far less likely to kill or mutilate him. As the commotion began to turn to happiness, Belle slipped her small, soft hand in my own and tugged me back in the direction we had come from. She was wrapped up in my shirt and the green silk brushing against her skin brought a smile to my lips. That delicate beauty was mine. All mine. My Belle. As she pulled me back into bed I brought my lips to her white throat. We stood out on our balcony, peering down at the land below us as my lips caressed her neck. I felt a drop of water on my cheek. I looked up. It hadn't rained since everyone had returned to this land. It was taking all the magic Regina had to grow the people's crops. Was this possible? Sure enough, clouds were moving in and water was slowly dropping on the parched ground. The land below us was seeming to blossom immediately, flowers sprung from the ground, the grass turned from the ugly brown color it had been to a bright, spring-filled green that reminded me of Miss Swan's eyes. The salt water that stretched out from the shores brightened to a pale yet bright blue, and thunder and lightning shook the sky.
"What on earth?" Belle breathed. "What is happening?" I smiled as I realized what had caused this bloom of life. I was certain it was happening across the kingdom. Charming and Snow were no longer going to have to listen to the complaints of the people that they were going hungry despite everyone's best efforts to provide for them, or that their wells had run dry even though Regina was doing all she could.
"True Love's Kiss, setting things right, dearie." I whispered, thinking of how happy Emma and Killian must be in this moment. And for once, I wasn't so nauseated by Killian Jones' happiness.