The King nervously shifted in his chair as he awaited Belle and Christophe. He would try to be nice. Cogsworth had fully drilled him on how to be nice. He would succeed.
The couple walked into the room hand in hand. "Ah, so in love!" Lumiare whispered into the Kings ear. He just nodded.
"Father, we are here. What is your will." Christophe was trying hard to be nice too.
"Well, I understand some things about your time while I was gone. I was also wrong to leave, and wrong to show up again so many years later and cause such a stir. First, your forgiveness, I beg of you."
"Granted." Belle squeezed Christophe's hand as a sign of approval.
"And, tomorrow, I wish to make you King." With this, Christohpe's face lit up.
"Really, Father?"
"So nice to hear you call me that. And yes, really. No let's us dine, and put this horrible day behind us." With that Belle and Chris took their leave.
"And, let's make up for the bad day, tonight." Christophe whispered into Belle's ear. A giggle was what he received in return.