Night upon night Belle woke up screaming from night terrors. She never left her room and only ate what she needed to survive. The wedding had been postponed and Gaston had gone back to his kingdom to allow grieving time. The whole world didn't have enough time for Belle. She could never get over this. Her mother, who sat with her when she was sad, helped her read, laughed and ate cookies with. She was gone. The only comfortable place for Belle was her bed, wrapped in blankets. She was never going to go into the library again. King Moe entered her room one night after she was done screaming from nightmares. In his hands he held her survival guide. He handed it to her.
"I thought you might want this. Belle, I... I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. It will get better soon. I know it will. You know you can come to me whenever you want. If I'm busy and you need me, just ask for me." She saw the book and grabbed it. She started ripping pages out of it and threw it at the wall. She started sobbing again. King Moe didn't know what to do. Seeing Belle cry made him cry. He rubbed her back and she was shaking. She had no more tears left to shed.
"Are Are y-you st-still having o-o-ogre problems?" Belle asked through a shaky and crying voice.
"They have moved back, but they are strengthening their army. We may have underestimated their intelligence. Belle, the army needs your help."
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Her Name Shall be Belle (on hold)
FanfictionDelving into the mysterious past of Storybrooke's very own, Belle French. It isn't her official past, it is just a fan fiction version, but it's my first wattpad entry. Soooo... hope you like it!
