Your Majesty

05

She dreamt of him last night. She hated herself for it, what was it about those green eyes that she just could shake them. No matter how many men she danced with and talked with, nothing compared. She hated it.

The king had grown to have a certain reputation regarding the female gender. A new woman was often heard to be in his bed chambers every night. On the little occasion he found someone he liked enough to stay, the relationship would only last a month or so. The lady would be drowned in jewels and love then forgotten about, he would move on to the next and the cycle would continue.

For the lady in question though, her life as she knew it would be over. A whore, banished from society, no longer pure, not seen as even an option for marriage, she would be ruined. For that little time where she would get everything she could ever wish for the rest of her life would have to pay the price.

Belle was not prepared for that to be her.

Currently the family were sharing breakfast, it is a cool day outside as the spring season just begging and the weather being very up and down. On the menu is bacon and eggs, a family favourite.

"Isabella darling, what do you think of Lord Cameroon, or Lord Frankshrie I do think they would make fine husbands, comfortably living and looking for heirs." Her father speaks, snapping her out of her own day dreams.

"Yes, they are well presented men, I'm just not sure if our interests quite match." Is what she said but what she was keeping inside was. "They were boring, old, and ugly and see me nothing as a trophy they can claim" but she kept that to herself.

"That doesn't matter in a marriage Isabella, over time the love will grow" he speaks, Belle agrees and goes back to eating her meal.

"Louis, how was your night my boy?" He smiled, much of a different tone from when he spoke to her moments ago.

"Oh I had a great time father, the company was amazing, the wine was even better I do feel I am feeling the consciences of my actions today though" he speaks light heartedly. Belle had noticed he had a smell of flowers this morning, one she had smelled while picking scents for the ball, she wonders how he sneaked a woman out so early.  

"Ahh, I see" her father smiles. He never acts like that with Belle, always telling her the exact thing a lady has to do and follow the introductions.

God forbid she makes the smallest mistake and she would have a lecture on how she need to be perfection and nothing less. Sometimes she does crave a natural and safe relationship with a parent, like the one she had with her mother.

The family enjoyed their meal until the three were finished, Louis and Belle where excused by their father to leave the dining room.

"You stink Louis" Belle said as the two were walking to their rooms.

"Leave me alone Belle, I had great fun last night, great fun" he smirked, Belle rolled her eyes and the two laughed.

"You are disgusting and a animal Louis, I am glad you enjoyed yourself though, so did I" she spoke.

"Yes, you certainly looked like you had a pleasant time dancing with the king."

"That is irrelevant, I have no interest in him nor will I ever."

"Hmm, I do not think you could say the same for him though Belle, the way he looked at you was captivating, although it did make me want to give the man a good punch" he joked.

All of a sudden Mary quickly approached the pair, with a envelope in hand, and a excited expression on her face.

"A letter from the palace Belle directed to the Lady Isabella Williams, with the crowns official stamp used." She beamed, Belle was rather shocked, and Louis seemed smug that he was right in his theory.