Prince Christophe walked out of his room. Belle was taking too long, that's all there was to it. As much as he wanted to wait for her, he was very worried about this visit from his father. He followed Cogsworth into the parlor, where the King was being entertained by Lumiaire. "Ah, Lumiarie, I have missed your tactics so!" Christophe heard his father exclaim, "I'm thankful to be back." The Prince couldn't see his father, for he was sitting facing the opposite direction of the door. Lumiarie however took notice of him.
"Ah, Master, I would like to introduce you again to your son."
Christophe edged closer to the chair and gasped as he saw a very different face then remembered.
The King had aged tremendously, but when Chris glanced into his eyes, he knew. It was his Dad. "Uh, you're here I see." Christophe said with an edge to his voice.
"Yes son, I'm back." An awkward silence reigned in the room when suddenly a voice yelled out.
"Chris, honey, where are you?" Belle was obviously trying to hunt him down, staying true to the promise she would come with him.
"Who's yelling for you. And using that name?" The King was bewildered. No one, I mean no one, called him Chris. Few were permitted to call him Christophe, but only his mother called him Chris. To everyone else he was either Master, or The Prince.
Prince Christophe sensed resentment in his father's voice. "My wife. Belle is her name." The King's face turned bright red, as he screamed very loudly.
"YOU GOT MARRIED. Without my blessing. What an outrage!" (For as bad of a temper as the Beast had, his father was much worse.
"Yes I did! What's the problem." Chris was just as mad at this point, and he noticed Belle looking pretty ticked off as she slipped into the back of the room.
"Well, you want the crown someday right? Then I get to chose your wife. And I say whoever this "Belle" is, has no right to marry you without my say."
"You've been gone for thirteen years. I had to marry sometime." Both men were now yelling very loudly at each other.
"I bet she isn't even a princess." After these words Belle was in tears. She inched her way forward until she was in view of the King.
"Your right Sir, I'm not. And I wish for you to like me. If I'm not suitable for you, I'll leave. Forgive me for saying so, but you have quite a temper. I'm not pleased. Perhaps if you knew the real story, things would be different." With that our heroine stormed out of the room, leaving an annoyed King, and a stressed out husband.
"Look what you've done!" The Prince yelled, as he started to move. The King merely stared at him. "I love Belle. If that means that I have to give up the throne, I will. She's my life. And she comes before you. You haven't even been here for thirteen years. And with that, Prince Christophe disappeared from the room.