Crying in the Snow
Belle had been thinking of her father again… was he warming up by a fire? His little toes, were they covered in warm socks? Was he eating…? Her heart ached heavily as Belle worried about him; her father was older and frail, though he would never hear of it! Yet as much as he would try to deny it, Belle knew his limbs ached in the cold and after working so much. His memory wasn’t what it used to be…
If she continued down this path, she and Philippe would make it home just in time for a warm supper! But… she had made a promise and Belle fully intended to be good as her word.
Belle leaned her face into Philippe’s neck, crying as the thoughts of her father became too over whelming. At least she had time to herself to cry without feeling ashamed.
Hearing the barking of the footstool, Belle gasped and quickly wiped her eyes, hearing the kind words of the Beast behind her. “Oh, yes I’m perfectly fine!” Belle assured him, turning around to give him a small smile.
“I was just walking out and…” The Beast suddenly slid an awkward hand through his mane and shifted his weight.
“I… I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?” His blue gaze couldn’t ignore the clear lines of what had been tears - on her cheeks. Was she missing home? Was she… going to leave? Perhaps she was. Perhaps she realized… knew… understood, she was no longer his prisoner. Everything was different now.
“You can always… uh… tell me anything you wish to,” he said gently.
Her heart softened at his words and Belle’s smile grew a little more. The Beast had been so coarse with her when they had first met, but now that she had gotten to know him, Belle could see just what a caring heart he possessed. The kindness and the love he gave to those he cared about.
“You being here helps.” Belle replied, before she asked, “Have you ever thought of getting married, Beast?”
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