I'm glad I crashed the wedding (but I don't think Belle's impressed)
When Rumple told her they were going to tell Cinderella her part of their deal was coming to a head, she was excited. When she realised it was at a wedding, she was overjoyed. It sounded odd, what with her being a Lord's daughter and everything, but she had never actually attended a proper one before. Few had married in her kingdom whilst the Ogre's War was going on (and that had started in her childhood), and even fewer were extravagant enough to require her presence. Even fewer she would have been allowed to go too. And she'd missed Snow and Charming's 'real' one, so this lavish ball with the spectacular decorations and the beautiful ballgowns brought her a great amount of delight.
They arrived in the main courtyard in magical disguise, the two looking as different as possible from their original selves. The only person who would recognise Rumple was Cinderella herself. To everybody else he was a tall, solidly built man with a long dark ponytail that fell far between his shoulder blades. He was dressed all in tan leather, with layers of white and of gold. His boots ended above his knee, not that you could see them, and his sleeves ended past his fingertips. His expression was grave, emphasised by gray eyes, but kindness was clear upon his face. Upon his head he wore an intricate circlet of silver. Her hair became a silvery blonde, of impressive length. It fell down her back in soft waves. She felt taller, and had a sneaking suspicion her face had sharper features, higher cheekbones. Her dress was silvery blue and beautiful, catching the light but not obviously so. Her shoes were a more heavily decorated version of her buckled heels from back 'before'. She wore a circlet too, also silver, but more delicate with woven strands. Rumple strolled across the courtyard as she gazed at his new face and took in his new form, and introduced them to the guard as 'Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel'. With a small glamour spell they were ushered in through the tall entryway.
When they entered the people were dancing, and it was easy to locate his target in the crowd. Rumple danced around with Belle for a while, enjoying her being close and being able to look into her eyes. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he wasn't careful he would be falling even deeper in love with her. Not that his love had ever been shallow. She had certainly seemed more like herself lately, a little lighter perhaps, and he imagined it had to do with the 'Ruth incident'. He knew that was the first significant magic she had performed, and for one so powerful that would be very telling to the nature of her magic. Perhaps she would be the first 'Light One'? As long as she didn't succumb to killing him as soon as she realised what he had done (was about to do) to young Cinderella.
They inched closer to the glowing bride, looking for an opportunity, one that was stolen when the beaming Snow White barged her way in. Oddly cheerful for a woman whose stepmother recently tried to kill her. Also oddly cheerful considering said stepmother just threatened to steal everybody's happiness away. Good to know the Royals can keep smiling in such difficult times. They bowed, and twirled, and here was his opportunity. He released Belle so she might keep spinning, but knew she was listening to all that he said. "I'm proud of you too." He watched the breath leave the woman's body. He was almost sorry to have ruined her wedding. But then again, not really. He circled her in the middle of the dance floor, and prepared to ask his price.
He asked for something the Princess did not yet possess, and she knew that bad feeling from so long ago was right on the mark. It was something he knew was coming and the words he said just before he spun the blonde away were ones she had so hoped he wouldn't utter. "Your firstborn." His words had been harsh and unforgiving, and the grip he now had on her arm was tight as he dragged her off, as though he knew she wished to fight back. She turned back to the bride whilst the ice ran through her veins, and realised the woman was looking right at her. She could see her true self; the scaled self. Her expression was shocked and broken and confused, and Belle mouthed a wordless (worthless) apology as she was dragged away.
What do you mean I didn't upload last week? Don't know what you're talking about dearies. Cough. College is time consuming :( Sorry guys!