Snippet #2301015

Belle

Her bath was refreshing. She felt like a new woman once all the mud and grim of the horse was scrubbed off of her. She dressed herself in clothes that were unusual for her before she snapped out of her day dream that was life in this castle. The skirt was a shorter than what was fashionable and her neckline plunged down until it almost reached her navel. She looked in the mirror, admiring the beauty in front of her. Her hair was up but stray curls fell in ringlets down over her shoulder. Tonight she was going back to Feather Brooke. She needed a few drinks in her. And more than a little part of her hoped to see Gaston. Just thinking his name sent a shudder of excitement into her belly. But for now, she would go to her husband.

A devilish smile crept over her features when she imagined what his face would look like when he saw the way she was dressed. Would his face flush with embarrassment? She knew what a prude he could be. Or would his eyes flash with longing only to change to disappointment when she denied him? She felt the goosebumps rise along her flesh when she imagined his tight lipped rage when he learned she was planning to go into town dressed like this. She couldn’t wait any longer, her excitement at his anger was too much.

With a giggle she strode from her room, passing servants who were giving her side long glances but no one dared utter a word to her. She’d been setting them straight for a while now. She was tired of them offering advice to her. They had no business opening their mouths unless they were spoken to. She passed Cogsworth on the way to the West Wing. He opened his mouth to say something to stop her but nothing came out except wordless stutters. She made it up the stairs and rounded the bend until she came to the large doorway. She raised her gloved hand to knock but thought better of it and opened it silently, creeping in as it opened.

She walked along the four poster bed until she saw her once beloved. He looked quite peaceful when he was sleeping and also quite handsome. She felt a twinge of love in her chest and quickly stamped it out. This was the monster that imprisoned her and nearly killed her father. He kept her in this prison on the pretense of his love, but he could never love anything. He didn’t deserve her love. “Good Morning, Darling.” She said with a mock tenderness that was so sharp she was surprised it came out of her.