A Princess (ouat fanfic, Rumple, belle, daughter)

Chapter 4

Baxter had Winey against the wall. He smacked her face, "Oh, you will be sorry!"

She struggled trying to fight him off. He was too strong.

Then her father appeared right next to her. His face only inches from hers.

Baxter looked down at her small father. "And I suppose you going to stop me." He laughed still holding Winey to the wall.

A sly smile appeared on Rumple's face. He waved his hand slamming Baxter into the wall. "Yes dearie, I will."

Baxter hit the wall and fell to the ground. Rumple picked up his daughter and helped her to her room.

She lay in her bed tears streaming down her face, "How did you know daddy?"

He pointed to the necklace that she hung around her neck. Then he waved his hand over her.

All of the sudden she felt better. She was very used to her dad healing her. He did it often. "Thank you daddy. I'm going to sleep now." 

Rumple smiled at his daughter as she closed her eyes. She was getting so big. His baby girl would soon be off, marrying one of these pathetic boys. He thought of all the letters he had received.

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The next few months where filled with visitors and stress. Even King David had come with his wife Queen Snow, and their son Prince Neil.

All of the young men who where interests had visited bye the time six months had passed. A few had come twice.

Late one nights Winey wondered into the dining hall to find her father sitting at the spinning wheel where he always sat.

She looked around her favorite room. It doubled as a display room where all of her fathers magical positions where displayed.

"Ah Winey." Her concentration was broken by her fathers child like voice in the Dark. "Why don't you come sit by the fire."

The fire place was lit with just a thought from her father. There where two chairs that set over by the fire. Winey walked over and one of the chairs and her father wasn't far behind.

They sat in silence for a moment before it was broken by her father. "Who do you want to marry?" He spoke in a almost human voice. One she had never heard from her father before.

Out of nowhere the fire blazed much stronger. "Father, I thought you had better control over the fire then that." She laughed as she got comfy in her chair.

On the other end Rumple sat up straighter then he already was. He looked directly into her eyes. "It wasn't me."

"Who was it?" Her voice became unnerved. The fire only grew bigger.

Rumple scanned the room. "You."

A smile slipped onto her face even though she fought it. "Can you teach me?" She got up walking over to her father.

"Yes. Of course. Your not scared?"

"Why would I be. I have the best teacher in the world." She sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his neck.