"Excuse me," She called to the handsome man as she approached the odd-looking pair. She stopped a few paces away and glared at him, noticing his features were more chiseled and defined in the sunlight.
He stood a bit taller as if he owned the town...
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Her eyes opened slowly, her mind flustered as her stomach turned. She was weak. Expecting to find herself resting at the center of a busy street, she narrowed her tired eyes to see that she was lying in an unfamiliar bedroom. Her confused glance turned to examine the surrounding walls as fear sparked within her. There was an excess of wooden decoration and guns mounted on the surrounding walls – Was she in the tavern? She glanced at the door, then to the wall behind her, startling herself as she looked up to see a large pair of antlers hanging above the bed. She huffed, brushing her tangled hair behind her ear – She was in the tavern, but why?
She heard footsteps approaching the door and bounced out of the bed, reaching for one of the hand rifles. She felt sick to her stomach, but propped her weight on the frame of the bed as she aimed the gun. LeFou entered with a smile, but it quickly fell as he saw the gun aimed at the space between his eyes. Her concern ceased when she saw him enter the room, but her muscles remained tense, her finger hovering over the trigger.
His hands shook and he struggled to balance the small tray of bread and pastries. The glass of water he held shattered on the floor boards as it slipped from his grip. His body cowered into the doorway and he quietly begged for her to lower the gun.
Guilt spread across her features and she quickly placed the gun on the dresser, falling forward to pick up the shattered glass without saying a word. Her head was clouded with exhaustion as she fell to her knees, "Please, Darcy, you should eat." LeFou took her shaking hand and forced her to hand him the glass shards, guiding her to sit at Gaston's bed.
He handed the beautiful woman the small tray and she sat with her feet firmly pressed to the floor, not arguing. He could see the distance in her eyes as she remained completely still, the tray resting on her legs, "I'll run downstairs for another glass of water." He told her quickly, stepping over the mess.
"My orders were clear, LeFou!" Gaston scolded him loudly and the little man turned with a fright to find him sitting in the large chair, "That girl should be gone by now." He said forcefully.
"Well, it's not like I could wake her with true love's first kiss," LeFou told him with a nervous laugh as he entered behind the counter to fix the drink, unable to watch as Gaston's features flustered, adding playfully, "I'd offer you the opportunity, but she woke moments ago." A smirk toyed at LeFou's lips as he approached the stairs once again, "She isn't well, Gaston," he told him sternly, adding, "Unless you're willing to carry her across the village, she needs to rest."
He didn't like when LeFou put his foot down. It made him feel inferior, less than what he was. He was a hunter, a war hero, someone who should be respected, "No!" Gaston growled, pushing himself to his feet and marching toward LeFou, "That girl leaves now." He demanded, watching as LeFou's eyes fought to remain strong for a moment before cowering, "Force her or I'll go up there myself!"
"Yes, Gaston," He submitted to him, turning to walk up the stairs.
Darcy immediately thanked him as he handed her the glass, sipping the water, "Thank you, Monsieur LeFou," She said with a cracked voice, adding, "I didn't have much opportunity to eat or drink during my trip here."
