She had no idea why. If someone had introduced her to Farquaad in her youth as potential husband material, she would have been adamant that he could never be her type in a million years. And yet, here she was, falling.
The sunlight woke her, and she was surprised to find her husband already awake, wrapped in a dark red robe, and fixing them both a drink at the bar. She blinked, turning over and realising that her hair was a mess, and that she must have fallen asleep almost instantly after their love-making. Almost shyly, she pulled the covers around herself...
The 次 morning Frollo made an announcement in front of all of Paris about the bon 火災, 火 taking place while back in the Palace of Jusice Esmerelda, Phoebus and Belle were locked in the dungeon nobody had gotten sleep especially Belle even though she slept in Phoebus's arms all night long she was terrorized によって her nightmare that kept coming back every time she closed her eyes knowing that would be her last 日 to live if she refused Frollo Phoebus could tell the decision was upsetting her for it was a choice between life and death itself. "Belle the bon 火災, 火 will soon and...
The 次 day, as Belle made her way to the bookshop, with Angelique at her side, she was surprised to see a number of colourful caravans trundling through the streets. Quite a few people had already gathered to see what all the fuss was about; and Mr Bookkeeper was amongst them.
“What’s going on, Mama?” whispered Angelique, clinging to Belle’s hand just in case it was something to be worried about.
Belle smiled down at her. “Probably nothing to be worried about, Angie. Let’s ask someone.”
They made their way up to Mr Bookkeeper. “What’s going on?” Belle asked, politely.