Author's Note: Beast and Belle need a quiet moment. I hope you like it.
Cotillion came to a close and the royal yacht pulled into dock. King Beast and Queen Belle were hanging back to watch the young generation of Auradon file over the plank and back to their preparatory perfect lives. Queen Belle sighed as she watched Ben lead Lady Mal off the boat hand in hand.
"I think this is the first time I've truly seen Mal relax," Belle commented.
"I think Ben's finally finding his own ruling style," Beast pointed out. Belle leaned into her husband releasing the last of her queenly demeanor for the evening.
"Belle," Beast whispered as his arms slipped around his wife's waist.
"Hm?" Her head fell back into his chest. He knew her eyes are closed simply enjoying his strength and silence.
"Will you dance with me?"
"Of course dear." He started to turn her towards him. "Right now?"
"Yes, darling," Beast smiled.
"But-"
"Lumiére," Beast gently demanded. The loyal servant struck up a small orchestra playing their song.
"Beast, you had this planned," she fake hit him, as he pulled her into a waltz. It felt good to be in her husband's arms without the pressure of a crown or worrying about the safety of the son. It had been years since they've let go of looks and just been together.
"Beast, I think it is time when can do that exploring we always wanted," Belle suggested. She lifted her head off his chest to find him smiling,
"I was hoping you would feel that way, because than the corvette I just bought would be a bit of a waste," he chuckled. "I am thinking you, me, a two suitcases and the open road."
"Two suitcases?"
"One for our clothes and the other for your books."
Belle lifted to her tiptoes to kiss her husband.
"I love you," she smiled coyly. "Plain and simple."