6 years later
Le Fou wondered around the little provincial village he had grown up in. Ever since Gaston, the local legend and hero of the village, died in the battle against the beast 7 years ago, he had been wandering aimlessly around the country. He couldn't stand to stay in the village after his best friend's death, especially not after the announcement of Belle's engagement to Prince Adam, who had miraculously reappeared right after the death of beast. Le Fou was convinced the prince had murdered Gaston to get Belle, but with no proof, no one believed him, leaving him to travel alone. In fact, the only reason he returned was because he was homesick. As he entered the tavern, Le Fou was greeted by several old friends. After arranging to take his old position as bar tender, Le Fou continued to explore the town. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw a short auburn haired man speaking with the bookseller. He recognized the man as one of the Prince's senior servants. Carefully, he listened. "Here's that copy of 'The Little Prince' you order, Cogsworth." The servant chuckled. "Thank you, sir. This will make a find present for the mistress." The bookseller asked, "Yes, give my best regards to Belle. How is she, by the way? Still as much a lover of books as I hope." To this, Cogsworth bursted into laughter. "My good man, she must love even more now then she did! In fact, the only things she loves more than her books would be the master and her son!" Le Fou's heart stopped. Her SON? Belle had a son? This was a disgrace to Gaston. Adam had stolen his rightful place. Le Fou felt hatred fill his body. They were going to pay, and what better way than to get rid of their boy?
Within the walls of the castle, Adam rushed from corner to corner, looking for Sora. The young prince was suppose to meet his father in the garden after his lesson for an evening ride before dinner. When his son failed to show, Adam became paranoid that he had been spirited away, hurt, or in trouble. It was no secret that the prince was very protective of his family. Both Belle an Sora had complained about it, but Adam would hear none of it. Suddenly, Adam heard two warm voices from within the library. "And so the evil queen transformed herself into an old hag to fool Snow White and created a poisoned apple to kill her with." Adam recognized his Belle's voice from behind the door. A young boy's voice then said, "What the Queen didn't know was that there was a cure to the apple's curse. True love's first kiss would break the spell and awaken the victim." The prince peaked in and gave a happy sigh. Both his wife and son were snuggled on the sofa reading together. He should have known. Sora loved books just as much as Belle did. He quickly walked over to his family, giving Belle a kiss and ruffling Sora's hair. "Son, did you forget something?" The little prince looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall, when he remembered. "Our ride together! Sorry Papa, Mama was just reading to me and I lost track of time." Sora had guilt in his shiny blue eyes. Adam just laughed. "It's all right Sora. You just got distracted that's all. Come now! I think it's time for dinner." Putting her book down, Belle looked at the two men of her life. Adam, her true love, was no longer the horrible beast that had imprisoned her father. Instead her was a honest, calm, and more patient man, even if he still had a bit of a temper, especially when it came to her well being, and well being of their boy. Then there was Sora. He was a calm, sweet, loving, and happy little boy. When Belle and Adam had taken him to Belle's old village when he was 4 to visit Mariuce, the townsfolk loved him. Sora was also very modest, not really liking much attention, and adored playing with the village children. Belle loved her family through and through.
Over dinner, Adam told Belle that they could go to the village to visit her father if she wished. Sora perked up at this. He loved visiting his grandpa, watching him tinker, helping him invent, and allowing his curiosity wonder. The next morning, the small family left for the village.