In an innocent whim Belle desobeyed her employer and owner, Rumplestiltskin. Since that, the love and pasion have started moving in a dangerous spell, from which have only three nights to broke it. However, the result might not only change their act...
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"Three night spell"
Translated by victorylilygreen
Art by themightyrumbeller
Why are you scared?
What have you seen?
In the castle with the silent roses
I ask again and again
Rose of Pain – X Japan
When Belle woke up she felt disoriented so she looked around her to find out where she was. In her room.
Looking at the window she noticed how the sun behind the curtains could only be on its zenith. Was it after midday? How long had she slept? She hadn't even noticed the moment when she finally fell asleep. Her eyes felt puffy. She had spent long past midnight crying. She turned to touch her pillow, it was still wet.
As she was trying to sit she felt but a pinch of pain that made her stop. The muscles in her hips and upper leg felt strained. It wasn't really painful, barely noticeable, but that simple sensation was a fair enough reminder of what had transcurred the night before. A different kind of pain crossed through her heart. She shrunk onto herself with the memory of how one of her dreams had been taken from her. How her body had been sullied. How her virtue had been torn by Rumplestiltskin. But deep inside her she knew her true pain laid somewhere else.
She no longer wished to cry or mourn over what had happened. As she rose from her bed and began to change from her sleeping gown to her blue maid dress she noticed that her nightgown was whole, it did not have any scratch in it. The evidence of her assault had disappeared, leaving only the pain in her body as evidence.
She pondered about it for a moment. Rumplestiltskin must have had it repaired when he transported her to her chambers with his magic. The night before, after his fingers had awoken her body, she had dared not look him in the eyes. She remembered the trembling voice of her master, whispering softly her name after all of it was over, begging for an answer or a recrimination. But Rumplestiltskin only gained silence. Belle's fear of gazing again into rough and black eyes was far stronger. The fear of not recognizing him... to feel tricked, betrayed. It was then that a strange fog had covered her and when it had lift up, she was once again in her room. Just like that, without any other word or farewell, all was over. She bearably heard the last words from her master's lips...
"I am sorry"
Even if she wanted to deny it, the situation could have been worse. At least, her virginity – properly speaking – was still guarded, but she could not say the same about her body. She had mixed feelings. She felt grateful but at the same time, deeply offended. And in her own anger she did not know if she should be mad at him... or at herself. He, in his own way, tried to dissuade her to abandon her own amendment, but she had clung to the idea of being able to break the spell.
