Something There - A Beauty & The Beast Story

Belle thought she was happy. A loving family, an adoring kingdom, what more could the girl who longed for adventure want? But when Belle suddenly falls ill one unexpected night and The Enchantress arrives, Prince Alain finds out his beloved wife is far from happy. Can Belle save her beastly fate and the life of her unborn child before the last petal falls?

Title of Story, Chapters and quote comes from assorted songs and lines from the 2017 production of "Disney's Beauty And The Beast"
AMAZING and absolutely beautiful cover credit goes to @NightShadeCreepyPasa, who has also given me some amazing feedback and support in writing this story! Thank you :)

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4. "On The Morning That We Came To This Poor Provincial Town"

Belle was apprehensive about the journey that lay ahead. As she neared closer to the village, she couldn't help but ponder, "Do I really want to return? Will this really help me?"

​When Alain had told her all that had happened, she wanted to show him compassion. She wanted to show him that she cared. She wanted to leap into his arms, cry, kiss him all over, and reassure him that everything would work out fine, that she could fix this. But she could not do that. Something strong, something dark, was preventing her.

"He doesn't really love you, a voice whispered, he doesn't want what's best for you. He only wants to be rid of you. He wants the kingdom all to himself."

Belle wanted desperately to push away the voice, to tell herself that it wasn't true. But then Prince Alain suggested that Rosalie come along with her. "To give you a sense of compassion," he had said.

"You see?! The voice was screaming now. He believes you are already heartless and incapable of caring for your son! Rosalie is of no use to him in the kingdom, so he is leaving you to care for her... alone. Go back to the village. Go back to your father. If you didn't belong there, you do not belong anywhere."

Fully absorbing "The Voice's" words now, Belle angrily leapt out of bed, snatched Rosalie from her crib, and demanded to Alain that they must leave immediately. Clothing and provisions were packed, and soon they were sent on their way.

But Belle didn't want to leave things like that. She wanted to rush back to the castle, embrace Alain and her son, and tell them she doesn't care what it takes, they'll work this out together, and bring another healthy child into this world, however more stressful her life might become.

But then again, going back to the village was an order from The Enchantress. She knew what was best for her and her unborn child, did she not?

"That is only what she wants you to think, The Voice piped up again. She knows how incapable you are of running a kingdom just as much as Alain does. This was all his plan."

"Ya, Phillippe! Go on!" Belle picked up the reins, and her gentle natured horse took of at full speed. She didn't want to indulge in The Voice right now. She just wanted to get home, and be with her father. Phillippe continued to gallop through the woods, jumping over rocks, twigs, and even a running stream. In doing this, she had completely forgotten that she was also carrying her very young, and very fragile daughter, with her. Snapping back into reality, Belle pulled at the reins again, and Phillippe came to an abrupt stop. Rosalie remained unharmed, but had begun to whimper. Belle held her close, whispering all the soothing and comforting words she could give. With The Darkness taking over, there were very few. Within minutes, Rosalie was asleep again.

Ahead, peering through the trees, lay the small, quiet, provincial village where Belle had spent her entire childhood and most of her adolescence. She had been mocked, laughed at. Teased, jostled. Is this what she really wanted to return to?

Phillippe had slowed his pace now, and they had come to the dusty road. Belle rode past the bakery, the blacksmith, the boutique, and her old friend, the bookshop. She must stop in later to say bonjour to her old friends... the books, that is. There were few, but it mattered not for Belle. The books kept in that run down, musty building with creaky floors, were always there for Belle. They never questioned she read too much, but rather welcomed it whenever she opened and read the same stories, from cover to cover, again and again. Her friends gave her comfort, hope that her life wouldn't be like this forever. Someday she would travel to far off places, see things beyond this world, and write it all down one day. She would teach children from other countries to read and write, read fairytales to sick children in hospitals, and inspire them to be anything they wanted to be. It had all been her dream, and now...

Phillippe stopped dead in his tracks. At long last, Belle had reached her childhood home.

​Taking Rosalie into her arms again, Belle made her way up the steps, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

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"My darling Belle, is that you?" 

​The door had suddenly swung open, and her father had been standing there, completely taken aback by his daughters sudden appearance.

"Yes, Papa, I'm home, at long last."

Maurice dropped everything he had been doing and rushed to embrace his daughter. "Oh, Belle, ​my girl, my baby girl, you really have come home! And what is this? Rosalie is here with you? Oh, little one, come here and say hello to your Grand-Pere..."

Belle had happily handed over the baby to her beaming grandfather. Then, suddenly overcome with exhaustion, she hurriedly kissed her loving Papa on the cheek, and rushed upstairs to her old bedroom. Seeing her small bed with her simple checked blanket draped over it gave Belle immediate comfort, and she slowly sank into the mattress. 

"Yes, rest well my dear, this could be your last time for a long while, I am coming for you..."

Those frightening words from The Voice himself was the last thing Belle heard before she fell into the deepest of sleeps.

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