"Excuse me Sir." Belle walked up behind the King. "I'm sorry to bother you. Wait, actually I'm not. I've felt enough like a peasant and an outcast too much of my life, I simply won't stand for more." The King looked over at Belle. For the first time, he was really getting to meet her. As far as looks go, Christophe had done well. To say that she is beautiful would be an understatement. The girl was so stunning. And yet she possessed a fire in her eyes. One he so despised in his own wife, but he had grown to love. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. Or maybe she was, the King really couldn't tell.

"You are here why?" He asked with a tone that would have scared any normal girl away.

"Well, I want you to listen to me." The King nodded her on, as he sat there with his arms crossed. "We got married yesterday. I'm sure Chris left out that little detail. I haven't been here for long either. It's not only May, I met Christophe in October. When I came here, he was in a sad shape. And the only reason I want to tell you this, is because I want you to understand."

"Well, this is relevant why?"

"Your, Majesty, it is! You see, I love Chris. The way I'm sure you loved his mother. Or at least I believe you did. I want to like you. Please don't hate me." Belle then fell down in a chair across the room.

"You have sprit, uh, what's your name again? I was too mad this morning to catch it." He then laughed a little

"Belle."

"Ah, so fitting." She blushed. "Well I realize that if you have heard anything about me, it most likely wasn't nice. My son doesn't care for me much."

"After my wife, Emma died, I couldn't take it anymore. Looking at him brought pain. So I left."

"Ah, but Sir, that's where you made your mistake! He shouldn't have been left. No good came out of that! He turned into a spoiled brat. No one to care for him, besides servants of course, and no one to be a friend to him. That only led to destruction. He didn't know how to love."

"What do you mean, he seems fine now, the same temper I remember."

"Well for awhile the castle was under an enchantment."

"Your joking. I never heard of such a thing. I think I would know if my own castle was haunted."

"No, it's truth! I came here as prisoner. See one day my father, whom you must meet, he would find you quite fascinating, got lost and ended up here. Christophe's heart was so hard that he took him prisoner! I came to save him, and I trade for my Dad's freedom. I was terrified of him at first. He was an ugly, huge, hideous Beast! In fact I called him Beast. Up until yesterday actually." While Belle continued she noticed a huge look of bewilderment in the King. "I'm not kidding. Everyone, all the servants, were creatures, and not human ones. See we were under a spell. Chris had to love, and be loved in return in order to break it. It had to be done by his twenty-first birthday."

"Which was two days ago…" The King finally started to get it a little bit.

"Yes, and well I love him. Like I said, we got married only yesterday. And with the exception of last night, I haven't even talked to him. I don't know where he is now."

"I came home for his birthday. Or at least I tried to, I got caught up in some things. I wanted to come home, to give him the throne. I was hoping that today he could find a bride, and then tomorrow, the traditional three days after the twenty-first birthday, he was to be King. But then this morning, everything got so screwed up. Please, let me assure you, I'm not horrible."

Belle laughed at this, "I was so sure you were this morning.

"I can imagine so!" They both laughed.

"Well I'm sure Christophe will be able to tell you more. I also am new to this, this whole Princess thing. I think I'm bad at this."

"You'll do fine soon. First do me a favor, find your husband. Please?"

"Of course, Sir." Belle then curtsied as she ran out of the room. There was nothing she wanted more at this point than her husband.