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

The Dance

Belle looked at Winy and she stopped. Stopped running. Stopped blinking. Stopped breathing. In all reality, she wasn't sure if she remembered how. Her future husband and his family were about to walk through the door.

Rumplestiltskin pulled open the two grand doors with his magic. Simeon and his father walked into the Dark Castle.

Simeon greeted her father and then walked over to Winy herself. He took her hand in his and leaned over kissing the back of it. "Greetings Winy of the Dark Castle."

"And you Simeon." She curtsied. She had gone over this moment a million time in her had. The greetings. The people. The feelings. Nothing prepared her for this.

Their parents had finished their greetings and started to walk down the hall to the dinning hall. Simeon took Winy's hand and led her.

~*~

"I don't think that's how it works." Winy laughed. She pulled her legs up into her chair and glanced at the fire. She was keeping her magic perfectly in check.

Simeon, who was sitting in the chair opposite of her laughed, "I believe it is. That what I've read in my research."

"Your research is wrong." She laughed again.

"What makes you say that?"

"Um, I hate to ruin your ego, but I do in fact live with the man." Her reminder was joined with a cocky smile, witch very much resembled one her father often made.

"Ah, fair enough... Does he make you breakfast with magic, or does he cook. I'm having trouble picturing the Dark One cooking."

Winy giggled, "He uses his magic. My mother tried teach him, but he can't do it."

"Wait. You're telling me the great Dark One can't cook?" Simeon ran a hand over his face laughing. "I don't believe it."

"It's true."

The continued to laugh for a few minutes. When they would stop laughing they would look at each other, only to start laughing again.

She had wanted to marry Neil. Maybe this was for the best. Simeon was so kind and funny. They got along so well. Plus, things would get awkward with Neil being the name of her long lost brother. Her father refused to talk about him, and marring a man with the same name may just kill Rumplestiltskin.

"Would you like to dance?" Simeon's works pulled her from her thoughts.

"Hum?" She asked looking up at him.

"I asked if you wanted to dance." Her repeated standing up.

She giggled, "There's no music."

"So, from what I hear nothing stops you. Now, Winy, may I have this dance?" He extended a hand to her." A smile appeared on his face.

A smile spread across hers, "Yes. Thank you Simeon."

She took his hand and he led her into the middle of the large sitting room. He pulled her close, keeping one hand in his, and placing the other one on her waist. He slowly started to step and sway.

Soon Winy could hear the music. Apparently Simeon would took. He looked up and whispered, "Where did that come from?"

"Magic."