#pasunebete

“When do you think was the last time you saw the sun rise? Not from a window - actually being outside when the sun rises? I don’t think I’ve done that since I was a kid.”

“I hate this. I look ridiculous.” Alice picked at the dress she had to wear. There was so much going on with it, she didn’t even know which part she hated most. “Why does a dress have to be so ornate? Can’t I wear something simpler.” Prettier even, but she didn’t want to go so far as to say that.

“That is more than just a flesh wound! Where did you get that from?” Belle exclaimed as she rushed to her husband’s side to examine the wound. “You have to let me treat that.” She insisted as she pulled him towards the sofa. 

 “I’m afraid there’s a bit of a...situation in the dining room.”

“It’s not you, your Majesty. The Isle is...very different to here, I was reading ‘Dictatorship for Beginners’ from the moment I was old enough to read.” When she was older, she aced Advanced Dictatorship, which was probably why she  was so willing to hear Ben talk politics, she was kind of hard-wired for it. “You learn how to be heroes, and we learned how to plot and scheme. There was even this big competition for the best Evil Scheme, and I was the reigning champ. My point is no matter how prepared you are, villains will keep going until they find a plan that works, but Ben is an amazing, sweet guy and that’s because of you so I think you did pretty great.”

“I can’t drink any more,” Waving him away, she laughed, sighing heavily, slumped in the fancy wicker seat. “I swear I’ve had more alcohol than food so far. Hawaiians must not have livers. Or they just like to see us haoles suffer.”

        Looking out the window of the library, she couldn’t see what was happening, but from the sounds of it, Belle would have to make sure he wasn’t hurt when he changed back. Anxiously, she paced after setting her book aside, distracted and worried (though she likely had no reason to be). As soon as dusk turned the western sky pink, she hurried from the library to the front entrance of the castle, tugging the door open and twisting her fingers together as she waited. Clearly, if the knight or whomever it had been had survived, she’d have been whisked away by now, but it still didn’t curb her worry over her dragon-- over Adam.

          🌹       it had been so long since she had been back at the castle. nostalgia crept through her as she wandered about the hallways she once knew. though, not every memory was pleasant. such a thought rang true once she found herself stopping beneath a portrait of herself, adam and their father. there’s a moment of pause, a soft sigh passing her lips before she turns to her brother and asks, ❛ do you think father ever loved me? ❜