And Belle and the Prince lived happily ever after…
…until one day about a year later…
As the soft afternoon sunlight crept through the windows, Belle slowly opened her napping eyes and breathed deep as her auburn hair spilled all around her naked shoulders and onto her pillows. What a truly beautiful sleep she’d had. She couldn’t remember the last time she had awakened so satisfied and happy.
As her eyes tried to gain focus, she looked around the room and saw her fair haired husband sitting in front of her vanity, his head in his hands.
“Adam?” Belle said as she sat up, using the blanket to cover herself.
Prince Adam sat up straight at the sound of his wife’s voice and quickly wiped his wet eyes and nose.
“Hey, honey. Did you sleep well?” he said as he continued to dry his face with the back of his sleeve.
Belle ignored her husband’s question and gave him a worried look.
“Babe, have you been crying again?” she asked knowingly
The Prince gave his waking wife an incredulous look and scoffed.
“What? No. Like, why would I be crying? Hey, let’s go get an early dinner. You wanna?”
He quickly stood and headed for their bedroom’s door.
“Adam…” Belle said sharply.
Prince Adam stopped in his tracks and sighed heavily. The tears were returning as he plopped back down in front of his wife’s dainty mirror. Suddenly, Adam couldn’t hold back the weeping any longer. The feelings were just too strong.
Belle sighed deeply and rolled her eyes.
“Jesus Christ. Not this again,” she said under her breath.
Adam, hearing his wife’s muttering, turned to look at her sharply and began to sob.
“How can you say that?! You know this isn’t easy for me, Belle!”
Belle flopped facedown into her pillow and screamed into it with all she had. She turned back over.
“Adam, we have been over this, like, a thousand times. I am so sick of it.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m such a burden on you, little miss perfect! We can’t all be bursting with beauty and radiant sunshine, can we? Some of us aren’t that lucky!”
“The ugly cry face certainly doesn’t help…” Belle muttered under her breath.
“What? What’d you say?” Adam asked desperately.
“Yeah, I’m sure….thanks.”
Belle sighed again and sat up once more.
“Adam darling, you aren’t ugly. You’re actually quite handsome, okay? Why do you keep struggling with this? Do you remember what you used to look like? You used to be a beast, remember? You were literally a beast. But we fell in love anyway. They even made a movie about us. Remember?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child, Belle. And I’m sorry you’ve had to put up with my hideousness for so long or whatever. I know that must be hard on you, being all pretty and whatnot. Sorry I’m such a burden,” Adam said sarcastically as he buried his head in his hands once again.
Belle rolled her eyes again as she stood and put on her robe.
“Ugh, this is freaking ridiculous” she sighed under her breath.
Adam continued to weep quietly into his hands as Belle walked over and placed her small soft hands on her husband’s strong shoulders.
“Adam…” she said softly.
“What?” Adam replied without lifting his head from his hands.
“Look at me.”
Adam shook his head no, still without lifting his head.
“Adam, look at me. Now.”
Hearing the sharpness in his wife’s voice, Prince Adam slowly looked up to meet his wife’s eyes in the mirror.
“What’s really wrong, honey? It can’t really be about your looks. You’re a big, strong, handsome 22 year old man with beautiful blonde hair, sexy eyes, and pouty lips. You’re gorgeous. So what’s wrong?”
Adam looked down at the vanity’s counter and sighed.
“I don’t know. It’s just…I haven’t felt right since the transformation. I guess I hoped I’d be better looking once I was changed back to human form, ya know? I mean, I was a snarling beast for, like, 10 years. I guess I was hoping my time served would result in me being, like, super handsome or whatever. I mean, look at your last guy. Gaston was, like, whoa, you know? And I’m all, like, whatever, you know? It’s just…whatever. Never mind. It’s stupid.”
Belle cocked an eyebrow and clenched Adam’s shoulders in her tiny but mighty hands.
“For the last mother effing time, Gaston and I were never a thing. Get that through your thick skull!”
Adam’s eyes grew wide as he examined his head in the mirror.
“Are you calling my head fat?!”
“UGH. My God, I’m so sick of you and your insecurities!” Belle screamed as she moved away from her husband who began to cry on cue. Again.
“Quit yelling at me, Belle. I’m sensitive right now, okay? Like, settle down…”
Belle eyes lit up with incensed rage as she picked up a high heeled boot and hurled it at her husband.
“DON’T TELL ME TO SETTLE DOWN!!!”
Adam ducked away from the flying boot’s sharp heel just in time.
“Stop throwing things, you crazy broad! Jesus!”
Belle picked up another boot and hummed it across the room at her husband’s big head. Adam scampered out of the way.
“QUIT CALLING ME CRAZY OR I’LL BURN THIS HOUSE DOWN WITH YOU IN IT!”
“Yeah, ‘cause that wouldn’t be crazy at all…” Adam responded as he cowered behind the vanity.
“UGH. You’re such a jerk sometimes.”
Adam straightened up and gave his wife a sad look.
“Hey, that’s not nice. Why would you say that?”
“Because you are!” Belle yelled from across the room.
“Why are you so mean to me all the time?!” Adam said as he began to cry again. “You know I’m sensitive, Belle! I’m just now getting used to being a freaking human again. Why can’t you understand that? I HAD TO PEE OUTSIDE!”
Belle grows angry again.
“No, no, no! Don’t pull that crap on me again. Every time you’re in the wrong, you pull that ‘I just became a human again’ sob story and play on my emotions. Well, not anymore! That’s done now! It’s been over a year. Get over it!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to get over getting stabbed by your psychotic ex-boyfriend and almost dying in a year’s time. How rude of me!” Adam yelled sarcastically.
“You know what? I am sick and tired of you blaming me for that. I had nothing to do with it. But MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T KEPT ME PRISONER HERE, THEY WOULDN’T HAVE COME TO KILL YOU. And at least G had the passion to fight for me. It was nice to have a real man…!”
Adam’s eyes grew large at what he was hearing.
“G?! Did you just call him ‘G’?! OHMYGODIKNEWYOUTWOHADATHING!!”
“Oh shut up. God, I’m so sick of you.”
“Then leave, b! You aren’t a prisoner anymore. You’re free to get the eff out whenever you want. Get gone, girly!”
Belle was taken aback at her husband’s sudden brashness. And then she became even angrier.
“You know what? That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m outta here. AND I’m taking half of everything you’ve got when I do, you dainty little fairy!” Belle screamed as she shoved clothes into a bag.
“Yeah, you try it. By the time I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll have left is the daddy issues you came in with!” Adam retorted loudly.
Belle stared at her husband, hurt at his words. She swallowed hard. Adam regretted the words as soon as they had fallen from his perfectly pouty lips.
“Belle, I’m…I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Belle shook her head in frustration, zipped her bag, and headed for the door.
“I want a divorce, Adam…” she said quietly as she looked at her husband sadly and closed the door behind her.
Quiet and alone, Prince Adam sat in the soft afternoon sunlight and cried once again.
To be continued on another day…
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