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Belle's Tears- Chapter ThirteenBelle's Tears- Chapter Thirteen by megara
Belle put the last of the dishes away in the china cabinet and grabbed her shawl, wrapping it tightly about her shoulders. She snatched the lantern off the table on her way to the stairs, darkness consuming the kitchen before she had even gone. The magic that kept the castle running sometimes got a little herky jerky when Rumplestiltskin was away and he had been away for a long while. The autumn had flown by peacefully enough and Rumplestiltskin had even made half-hearted attempts at being a gentleman. Now it was midwinter’s night. It had been gray all day, the sun shrouded by clouds heavy with the promise of snow. Belle had not seen Rumplestiltskin for weeks, since the first big snowfall, and she missed his sour face as he paced around the library while she tried to read. Maybe he would return tonight.
The fire in her room burned low and she stoked the flames as quickly as she could, the chill of the floors seeping through the thin sole