Ok I had a crazy dream two nights ago and it inspired a fanfiction that I’d like to write. I need feed back!!! Please?
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Today was the day. It had to be today. If she waited any longer she felt as if she was going to burst! But how would she tell him? She didn’t want to just shout it out over the breakfast table. No, it had to be special, memorable! But how? In the ballroom? In the library? No, in the rose garden! What better place than the garden where new buds were forming just like the one in her womb. Good, it was decided. “Adam?”
“Yes, Belle?” her husband asked, looking up from his plate of bread and fruit. He had a slight twinkle in his eye, as if he already knew her news. She had to take a moment before she could continue.
“I was wondering if you wouldn’t like to take a stroll through the gardens after we’ve finished our meal. Spring is finally here and I think it would be nice to get some fresh air.” She bit her lip after letting her fib go. She quickly released it, hopping that he hadn’t noticed.
“Well, I do have quite a few duties to attend to this morning…” Belle’s head fell. Ever since her husband, the Prince, had resumed his royal duties he didn’t seem to have time to spend with her. Belle worried that she would be forced to just tell him the news. “But…” She looked up, hopeful, “For you, I will make time. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to get out of the castle.”
Belle was overjoyed! So much so that she wanted to jump from her seat and embrace her husband. But she kept her composure. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise after all. So, after they finished their meal, Belle and Adam grabbed their cloaks and headed out into the cool spring air. Belle placed her hand in the crook of his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. It felt so nice to be close to her husband again. It was very rare for them to have alone time anymore. He was either in council with his court, or meeting with the villagers to help correct any problems that they had. Sure, Belle could sit with him if she wished, but court bored her so. She would rather be reading in the library or taking a ride on Phillipe. Now that the weather was warming up again she hopped that maybe they could travel a little before…
“Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly. She had been so distracted by his closeness that she had almost forgotten why she had asked him into the garden in the first place.
Adam looked down at his wife with a start. Her sudden outburst had his heart going. “What is it Belle? Is there something wrong?” He hadn’t felt her trip, but he gave her a once over with his eyes anyway, just to make sure.
“No, no,” she quickly said trying to her his eyes away from her stomach. Was it swelling yet? “No. I’m fine. It’s just…I want to tell you something.” She was biting her lip again, but this time out of nervousness. Maybe today wasn’t a good day.
He gently placed his finger under her chin. “What is it my love? You know you can tell me anything.” And then his eyes met hers for the first time in a long time. And for a moment all she could do was bask in the kindness of his eyes. They had changed so much since the first time she looked in them. Had it really only been a year since the day that changed her life forever? It felt like a thousand years had passed since that horrid and wonderful night.
“Well, darling, I have some wonderful news.” Now the excitement was building up inside her again. She wasn’t sure if she was feeling butterflies in her stomach or if it was the life inside her fluttering around. Belle couldn’t help the smile that was forming on her lips. “Adam, I’m—“
Suddenly a great force pushed her backward, and she landed hard on the ground. She looked up in alarm and was frozen by what she saw. Her husband was fighting off some attacker! She could get a good look at his face, but there seemed to be something very familiar about him. Belle felt as if her legs were lead, and for a moment all she could do was watch as her husband and the man wrestled around in the garden. Her wits finally came about her, and she looked around franticly for some sort of weapon, anything to give Adam the upper hand. Then she spotted it. A pile of trimmed tree branches that the gardeners must have left from the previous day. Belle quickly stood and ran for the heap. She grabbed the thickest branch she could find and headed back toward the scuffling men. She lifted the limb above her head and waited for the opportunity to swing without hitting Adam. Finally, the moment came and, WHAP! She clocked the stranger right across the back of the head. She dropped the branch in surprise of her force and took a few steps back.
The man lay on the ground for a moment before attempting to stumble to his feet. Adam was too fast for him, though, and he was quickly knocked to his knees. It was then that Belle got a really good look at the man’s face, and a realization came over her. “Avenant?”
“Avenant?” Adam panted as he forced the man to stand, one arm around his neck, and the other grasping his advisory’s arms behind him. “Who the hell is Avenant?”
“Avenant, what are you doing here?” But the man couldn’t respond. Adam’s grip was too strong and he was turning a slight shade of blue. “Adam! Loosen your hold! You’ll kill him!” He hesitated. “Adam!” Reluctantly, Adam let his grip slack around the attacker’s neck. Avenant coughed and sputtered as he once again was able to breathe. “Now, I ask you again,” Belle stated sternly, “What are you doing here?”
A low chuckle came from his throat, as if she had told some sort of joke. “You will answer her,” Adam growled, “Or I will regain my strength!” He flexed his forearm in warning and the laughing ceased.
“You know why I have come, Belle. I don’t know why you even ask. After all,” he said with rage dripping with every word, “you’re the one who killed my brother!” It was then that he finally looked at her, and it felt like he was staring straight into her soul. He had the same eyes as his brother, a deep and gentle blue, but underneath laid a madness that could not be quelled.
“Brother?” Adam questioned, “You mean that he—?”
“Yes, your majesty,” Avenant hissed with venom, “Gaston was my brother. And I came here to make sure that his death was not in vain. I want him to look down from the heavens and see that his brother finished the job!”
“Where ever your brother is looking from, I can assure you that it isn’t Heaven!” The Prince once again tightened his grip, causing the villain to choke.
“Adam!” Belle called once again, shocked by his cruel words. She looked to him and couldn’t hide the disappointment in her eyes. Shamed, he once again let his grip subside. Taking advantage of their exchange, Avenant struggled free and placed a hard swing squarely on the Prince’s jaw, knocking him back. He swung again, and again he made contact. In the distance they could hear shouts. Had the guards caught wind of what was happening? Belle was no longer frozen and jumped upon Avenant’s back, flailing her arms, hopping to land a hit. Be fore she became successful the man elbowed her painfully in the stomach which caused her to fall from him. Voices were coming from everywhere now, backup had arrived. But before the next second was over, Avenant was gone.
Belle still lay on the ground, clutching her torso, unable to think or move. Blood was dripping from her lips, and she could almost swear that the life inside her was still. Adam crawled to his injured wife, calling her name, “Belle! Belle, darling, are you alright? Sweetheart, say something!” A soft moan escaped her lips, and she mumbled something incoherent. “Belle, my love, what is it?”
“The baby…” she managed.
“Baby? What baby?” he asked hysterical. “What are you saying?”
“I—I can’t feel the baby…” and that’s when everything went black.
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So?
