Time turner ⚜️prince Adam ⚜️

Damn belle

I feel betrayed by belle. She never told me she knew Adam, but he never told me about her either so who should I be mad at? I know the answer is neither of them because one. She he was his love and two. Belle didn't know I was living with Adam now.

Retreating into the sanctuary of warmth I fall home I find Adam waiting like he told me he would be.

"How did it-" I pull the mirror from my satchel and hand it to him cutting him off immediately. Adam first looks stunned and then angry.

"Where did you get this?" He growls. I hang up my cloak calmly and pull off my boots. I really don't want to deal with pissed off adam right now. If he can calm down enough to be civil then I will tell him but until then he is in his own.

"Océana tell me! Where did you get this?!" He demands again. I face him with my arms crossed impatiently tapping my foot. Adam and I stare into each others eyes waiting for the other to cave. Finally he slumps taking a few deep breaths.

"Where did you get this?" The anger fades from his tone. "I thought you might want it back. Belle wouldn't tell me who it belonged to so I figured it out for myself. Now you know who I'm rescuing like the little damsel in distress." I spit angrily heading for the kitchen. Ms. Potts is making tea.

"Océana." Adam drags me out before I can greet the tea pot. "Keep it." He tells me pushing the large mirror into my hands. It's surprising lighter than it looks. "Why?" I cock my head confused. "As something to remember me by." He tells me his eyes hollow as he falls into memory land. I shove it back into his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere." I remind him. Adam looks at me with complete awe then takes the mirror. I walk back out into the sitting room and sit down in the chair by the sweltering fire. Adam -rather lazily- plops into the chair opposite of myself.

"How did it go dear? Did you help your friend? Is she safe?" Ms. Potts asks wheeling into the room with chip beside her. "I left. She and I had a misunderstanding so I told her to be ready tomorrow. I'll get her out, he doesn't deserve to be happy. He deserves a place in chains beside the devil." I mutter venomously. Ms. Potts and Adam seem taken aback by my sudden comment. "Now that is no way to talk. Some people just need someone to help them see their is a better way to live." Ms. Potts tries. I shake my head. "No one can change that much," I tell her. She hums pouring some tea for Adam and I.

"Alright love. Just the way you like it." She chimes offering me a tea cup. I accept it with a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. I'm not in the mood, I feel bad. I probably seem mad at them. My family that has done nothing to wrong me.

"I'm going to my room." I hum rising from my chair and walking away, up the stairs and across the narrow catwalk back through the round hallway and through my double doors. I set my cup of tea down and collapse onto the bed lost in thought and imagination.

***** prince Adam *****

Océana seems off from the moment she returned. She's upset about belle. I should have told her. This isn't how she should have found out about my curse, the women who I cared for so deeply and she cared not. Océana will turn out the same, she cares not for me or my servants. She cares for her own safety. I shouldn't have let her bound into my heart so quickly yet I can't see her anywhere else, with anyone else. Océana brings the world to its knees with her smiles and her kindness could touch even the coldest man. How could I be so selfish to wish her to myself? I won't deny that I am willing to be selfish over her.

I pick the mirror up from the table between my chair and Océanas. The frosted glass still shines but the silver is tarnished with dust and neglect.

"Show me Océana." I tell the mirror. It shifts as if allowing me to see through the walls lurking around her bedroom. Oc rests on the bed staring thoughtfully into space twisting her red hair between her delicate fingers. She is mumbling words impossible to hear they seem to rhyme in song but I can not be sure.

She looks as beautiful as they say I saw her over a month ago, when she first stumbled numb through the front door calling out her apology for intruding. Had she been some foolish boy or any other towns folk I might have been tempted to petrify them but her innocence. Her light she had stopped me in my tracks. I wanted to know her. Now she sits in my castle, dined with me and treats myself and my servants like family. Who am I to call her the manipulative one? To judge her as though she will turn on us and leave us abandoned,in the snow as belle did.

The image faces back into my reflection and I stare for a moment. A beast stares back, a hideous, monstrous beast,

"Don't you think like that!" Ms. Potts scolds seeming to appear from no where. I sit up straighter putting down the mirror. I dot meet her motherly gaze. "Master, tell her how you feel. I know I said that the last time but I mean it. Océana is different. Master if you don't tell her how you feel then you will die watching her become happy with some farmer with buck teeth and illiteracy.

"She is the one, not to break the curse but the one to treat you with as much love and kindness as you do her. Master give it a chance, give her a chance. You need to stop worrying about her rejecting you." I stare at the floor as Ms. Potts leaves. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell Océana. I'll tell her tomorrow. I'll tell her tomorrow, I'll take her anywhere she wants to go. I'll show her the book and take her somewhere beautiful to tell her. It's perfect. Nothing can ruin this again.