Oooh, let's take a look! (see if you can figure out the *things* that I like):
Nippy by Brillador: in which Belle's choice of outfit necessitates a little warming up
Nothing but the Truth by Emospritelet: Belle and Rumple make a deal and an erotic dream comes true
Ladder by whereismygarden: there no better way to use the infamous ladder, imho
and of course:
Twenty Minutes Can Change Your Life by ThatRavenclawBitch (a remix of the also wonderful A Twist in Time): maybe my all time favourite rumbelle fic. All my favourite tropes in one neat package! Just read all of her stuff actually, it's all excellent.
As far as anyelle goes, I'm relatively new to reading fic in this catagory. But I must strongly recommend anything and everything by the incomparable @beeeinyourbonnet including:
Covetous (nostelle with the tiniest hint of macelle): just the sweetest exploration of a complicated relationship
The Beginning of a New Book (bellish): Belle is on the run from a troubling past and assumes a new identity in a certain little town in the Scottish highlands
Unbowed (develle and, intriguingly and horrifyingly, ivelle): Belle is in a vulnerable position in her life and Danny is down bad.
Now let's hope I did all of this formatting correctly! Enjoy!
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You gave me a reason to write again and I am thankful for that. I hope you enjoy your gift.
Greetings,
Reolf
“rain, heartache, marriage of convenience”
–
Heavy rain was pounding against the window of the carriage. Belle could hardly see anything of the landscape they passed. They were on the way to a ball. It was her 7th season and she was already considered a spinster. Her father absolutely hated it. He wanted her married and soon. Especially now they had financial problems. Belle couldn’t really say why she had stayed unmarried for so long. Was it her mother’s early death? Her absence making it difficult for Belle to navigate the balls and other social gatherings of the ton? Was it her father being an awful matchmaker, only introducing her to boring and dull men? Or perhaps it was just herself who was the problem? Maybe she was the odd one, as she loved to read countless books. It wouldn’t be the first time if she sneaked away during a ball to the library. It wasn’t ladylike, but Belle couldn’t help herself sometimes.
–
This ball, it seemed difficult to sneak away to the library. They were at the home of The Duke and Duchess of Misthaven. Lord David and his wife Mary Margaret were perfect hosts, but they were highly honored among society. Her father wished they had the social standing among the ton as they did. Her father was only a baron. Their family’s history has been shrouded by the multiple feudal lords waging wars they couldn’t win. It seemed Belle couldn’t win either.
While her father conversed with other Lords, Belle was stationed next to the dance floor. Her dance card remained relatively empty until she caught the eye of a broad shouldered man. He was tall and had dark hair. She felt his eyes on her during the third dance of the evening and by the fourth he had approached her already.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you before. What is your name?”
Belle introduced herself. He smiled and took her hand, kissing her glove. “ My name is Gaston, Lord of LeGume. Can I have this dance?”
As Belle couldn’t see a reason why not, she let him lead her to the dancefloor for the next round of country dance.
His presence was overwhelming. He grabbed her hands, hurting her more really. She also found he was terribly arrogant as he talked about himself and his lavish hunting parties. He insulted other ladies as they passed by. “That dress is ugly compared to her necklace. She is rather idiotic looking. Unless you, my Belle, you are stunning.”
Belle found herself getting more bored by the minute. She hoped the party would soon be over and she could return to her books.
It was when Gaston went to get her a glass of lemonade, she could finally breathe again.
She wanted to turn around and get lost among the corridors of the estate, no matter the social cost. She wanted to do just that as she bumped against someone. Hastily apologizing, she looked up into a familiar face. It was Lord Gold, Earl of the Frontlands.
“It’s no matter,” he answered in his brogue voice. “ I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”
Lord Gold was a mysterious person among the ton. He rarely was at the social events, only if he could make deals with other people. If not making deals, he was standing alone in a corner, cane between his feet. He had long brown hair with gray strands in between, which was unconventional for the fashion. She had spoken to him a handful of times, between standing at the sidelines and being ignored by the other members of the ton.
He was a relatively quiet man and Belle didn’t know why he was so standoffish towards other people. He had obviously a past and Belle liked to know his story.
She saw an opportunity. When she saw Gaston returning, she laughed like she had heard a funny joke and looked Gold in the eye, hoping he would get along. “You are a man of wit, my Lord”
Gold, who had seen Gaston approaching, smiled at her. “If you say so, Miss Marchland.”
Gaston halted in his steps when he saw Gold, but seemed to refind his feet and approached them.
“Excuse me, my Lord. But the Lady belongs to me.”
Gold faintly smiled. “ Oh, is that so? Well, I seem to remember another Lady at another ball where I heard you say that exact same thing. How did that end for you?”
Belle looked between the two men, confused what they were talking about.
It seemed to work for now. Gaston wished her a good evening and walked off.
Belle smiled at Gold. “Thank you for that. He was terribly arrogant and intimidating.”
Gold stared into her eyes and nodded. “From what I have seen, I cannot disagree.”
He looked at his pocket watch. “Well, I must be off. Give my regards to your father.”
And he walked away, leaning on his cane.
–
Gold rarely attended social gatherings. If he did, it was for good reason. Balls were tedious affairs, but visiting the Gentlemen’s Club was even more exhausting. Listening to men boasting about their lives was… interesting to get to know their weaknesses, but exhausting nonetheless.
Right now, he was sitting in a corner, listening to the arrogant Lord LeGume, Gaston. And he was boiling with anger.
“I will tell you this, gentlemen. She is the one, the lucky girl I am going to marry.”
“The Marchland’s Baron's daughter? Isn’t she the odd one?”
Gaston shrugged. “She is the most beautiful girl in town.”
“I know, but…”
Gaston slammed his fist on the table. “I know she is the best, and I only acquire the best.”
He sat back, slightly more relaxed. “Besides, her father is practically bankrupt. He is desperate to marry his daughter. Her title will make it easier for me to get up in the social ladder. Once I save her father from bankruptcy, I will take his place and bam my family’s name will be entering the nobility.”
Gold had heard enough. In no circumstances would he let Belle marry that oaf. She deserved a handsome man, yes, but she deserved someone wanting to be her partner, making sure she was happy, appreciating her sharp mind.
In all the years Gold had seen Belle at balls, he had never seen her with a real suitor. He knew she was beginning to be considered a spinster. Gaston was her first real chance of marriage.
Gold hated himself to do this but he had no choice. He was selfish. He wanted Belle safe.
That’s why he stepped into his carriage and made his way to the house of the Baron of Marchland.
–
Belle didn’t know how her father had arranged it, but she was marrying. To Lord Duncan Gold, Earl of the Frontlands of all people! She could scarcely believe it.
It was a quiet affair: a priest in a small church, her father at her side, an exchange of vows and a small kiss on the lips.
She was a Countess now! Who had ever thought Odd Belle would be married to an Earl?
Her new husband was quiet on the way to his estate. He just looked outside the carriage window. When they arrived, Belle saw a gigantic mansion. It would seem the Earl of the Frontlands had a lot of money.
Gold helped her out of the carriage by offering his hand. A small boy came running down the front stairs.
“Papa! You are home!”
Gold smiled at the boy. Belle had never seen him smile like that before.
“Hello, Bae.”
The boy hugged his father. Gold nudged him to look at Belle.
“Bae, may I introduce you to my wife, Lady Belle.
Belle, this is my son, Baden Neal Gold.”
The boy looked at her with big brown eyes, the same colour as his father. He had black hair that was slightly curly. He seemed to be around the age of eight.
“Welcome to the Gold estate, my Lady.” Bae gave a small bow.
“Alright son, why don’t you give Lady Belle a tour of the house while I will see to her luggage being brought inside.”
Belle was slightly disappointed Gold wouldn’t be the one to lead her around, but the small boy before her was a good guide.
He showed her the drawing rooms, the dining room, the ballroom “which we never use but it’s here”, the studies, the gallery, the library (which Belle absolutely loved).
She could see herself living in this place.
–
Gold had made it clear to Belle they were only married in name and for financial reasons.
Belle had stayed alone in her chambers on her wedding night. She knew it would be a marriage like that, but she couldn’t help being disappointed by his absence.
The days following their marriage she remained her only company. Bae was mostly occupied with his lessons with his governess. Belle took her meals alone, her walks alone in the gardens. If she encountered Gold in the corridors, he nodded briefly and hurried along. When she was in the library reading a book, he would enter, see her and walk out again.
He was avoiding her. Only, she had no idea why.
–
It was one winter evening when she entered the drawing room, she saw Bae play with a set of wooden soldiers in front of the fire. Gold was sitting in a chair, reading a book.
Upon seeing her, he went to sit up and close his book.
Bae noticed, looking between his father and Belle.
“Papa, look at my general!”
Gold looked and nodded. “I see it, Bae.”
Belle saw an opportunity to enter the conversation.
“Can you introduce me to your soldiers, Bae? I haven’t played with soldiers ever before. Can I join?”
The boy happily showed her how to play and appointed her to be the captain of his troops while he was the general. From the corner of her eye, Belle saw how Gold was watching them. And for the first time since their wedding day, he didn’t run away.
–
It was the first ball they were attending as a married couple. Belle was wearing a green dress with gold embroidered on the top. Gold was wearing a black suit with gold pin on his lapel. They matched.
It was the first time they would dance together, as was expected of the new Earl and Countess of the Frontlands.
When the dance floor cleared and a new song began, Gold took Belle’s gloved hand and brought her to the middle of the dance floor. His cane was still in his hand, but he had mentioned earlier he could still dance. Placing his hand on her waist, he started to lead the dance. Belle was careful with her steps, knowing how clumsy she was. She found they fell perfectly in sync with each other. She hardly had to take glances at her feet. The music faded away. Gold kept his gaze on her and Belle felt she could drown in those beautiful amber eyes.
When the music slowed and the dance stopped, Gold and her stood still, hands clasped together, their eyes not leaving. Belle felt her chest rise and fall as if she had run miles. His mouth was open and for the first time since her wedding day, she wanted to kiss him again. Her husband was handsome.
The clapping of people brought her back to the surface and she let go of Gold. He seemed to not know what to do with his hands. He opted to walk away, excusing himself to get her some champagne.
Belle nodded. She could use the refreshment.
She walked away to the side, off the dancefloor. She noticed how another person came to stand next to her.
“That was a beautiful dance, my Lady.” Belle looked up to see who was speaking. She did not recognize the woman. She had red hair and had blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” She seemed vaguely familiar though.
“Oh my apologies, my name is Penelope. I am the wife of Colin Bridgerton.”
She gestured to the corner with the food. “He loves a good snack in between dances.”
She smiled at her husband who seemed to take an extra scone.
Belle suddenly understood. Viscount Bridgerton and his wife were the hosts of this party. Colin Bridgerton must be his brother.
“I remember us standing together once at the side of a ballroom a few years ago. Two wallflowers as they called us. And look at us now, both married. Who would have thought?”
Belle smiled, remembering the woman now. “Indeed, I certainly hadn’t seen it coming. But my father arranged it.”
Penelope cocked her head to the side. “You know, it is touching to see you and your husband so smitten with each other. The love was palpable from where everyone else was standing. You are a lucky woman.”
Belle didn’t know an answer to that. Her husband was smitten with her? Love?
Before she could open her mouth, Penelope was called by another lady.
Her husband soon joined her side again to give her the glass of champagne. Refreshments indeed.
–
The weeks following the ball and the conversation with Penelope Bridgerton, Belle had noticed how Gold was more open towards her. He no longer avoided her during meals, now they took every meal together. He didn’t run away when they met in the corridor. He invited her in his study to look at his work. He even brought her tea when she was reading in the library. It was very sweet and Belle loved this small attendance. One day, she invited him to read with her. Soon they began talking about the books they were reading. Heavy discussions followed, each sharing their thoughts and opinions. Belle had never met a man who was interested in her thoughts like that. He really listened to her. And when she challenged him, it seemed like he came alive and brought more material to the table. It was wonderful.
And as his library was very large, the conversations never seemed to stop.
This afternoon he was reading from a book called Fairytales. He had opted for the story of Rumplestilskin. To make her laugh, he used silly voices and made extravagant hand gestures.
“And while you are my servant, you will skin the children I hunt.”
Belle gasped, not realising the story would turn so dark and her hand that was holding her cup of tea let loose. The cup fell on the ground, spilling the tea over the carpet.
She looked in shock at her husband, while he looked almost sheepishly at her.
“That was a quip, that is not seriously on the page.”
“Right,” Belle let out a sigh of relief. She looked down and realised the mess she had made.
“Oh, I am so sorry,” she picked the cup up, “ it is chipped.”
“It’s no matter. It’s only a cup.” Her husband set the book aside and stood up.
“We can fix it.”
–
Things only improved for their small family. Bae was home for the holidays and Belle loved nothing more than to sit with her husband and Bae in front of the fire reading stories. Mostly it was Gold who read, but sometimes both father and son looked at her with their big brown puppy eyes to convince her to read. She gladly did.
One evening, Bae was already gone to bed. But Belle wanted to read to her husband. So while going through the study of Gold to get the book for reading -she had left it earlier there in the day while Gold was working- she saw a letter lying on his desk.
Normally she wouldn’t look at his desk, but something about the handwriting caught her off guard. It was her father’s.
Her father had practically never let anything heard from himself after she had married Gold. So it surprised her to see a letter addressed to her husband instead of her.
She read it. And gasped.
Her father had practically sold her in turn for money to raise his standing in society. He was only letting Gold know how much money he still owned him for his daughter. It hurt to see her father write about her like that. Was she nothing more to him? A price for a suitor to be won so he could forget about her and go on about his life?
And her husband… she had known from day one she was only in this marriage for financial reasons, but still Gold had never mentioned anything about this. Was she really only a price in his eyes? She remembered how cold and distant he was in the beginning.
Confused and heartbroken, she went to sit on the settee.
–
Gold entered the study to see his wife distraught.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” It was the first time he used the endearment, but it slipped from his tongue.
Belle let out a sob. Suddenly, Gold saw the letter she was holding and understood.
Her father had been so cold the day he had gone to ask for Belle’s hand. He knew he was only accepted because he was an Earl. The Baron of Marchland was only too happy to accept it. But he had a price. A steep one. He had wanted everything Gold could offer him to give him the opportunity to further his social standing.
Gold knew he was being blackmailed. But he didn’t care. He realised Belle was surrounded by men who didn’t care about her at all.
He knew he was buying her and hated himself for it. He wanted to give Belle everything she deserved, but he couldn’t even do that. At least he could save her from her fate being married to Gaston. So he did pay the price.
Only, Maurice started to demand more and more money each month. It was exhausting and illegal. Gold knew that, but he was afraid and a coward. At first, he paid because he felt guilty for shackling Belle to be his wife. But lately since they had grown closer, he had realised just how much out of pocket the Baron was acting.
He was planning to put an end to it.
How to explain all of that to his wife?
–
Belle stared at her husband, her eyes full of tears.
“My father doesn’t care about me.” She sobbed.
“No, he doesn’t,” Gold answered. “I recognize the patterns with my own father now.”
He went to sit next to her. “At first, I didn’t realise it, but it’s true.”
And he explained to her what her father had done. What he had done.
She didn’t know why everything surprised her so much. Except the story with Gaston. She had always known he was an oaf.
Gold looked at her and smiled. “I should have told you this sooner. I am sorry, Belle. It was never my intention to do this to you. I have grown to care for you so much and…,” he seemed to breathe in, “I love you. I want only to protect you.”
Belle stopped breathing. “You love me?”
He nodded. “I love you with every beat of my heart. You brought so much life into our home. With me, with Bae. I am so thankful for you, my Belle.”
Belle laughed. The tears still in her eyes, she went to hug her husband. “I love you too!”
She thought back to what Lady Penelope had said. “How is it that it took us this long to admit it to each other?”
Gold laughed. “I genuinely don’t know.” He looked serious suddenly. “May I kiss you, Belle?”
She nodded in her enthusiasm. “Yes, yes!”
And they sealed their lips again. Finally.
–
It was late in the night. The moonlight shone on their bed. She was finally truly married to Duncan Gold. They had shared their bodies for the first time. Belle hadn’t realised how much she had missed before. She loved being intimate with her husband. He had jokingly suggested they would only make use of one bedchamber together from now on. Still naked, they were cuddling in bed watching the windows. The curtains were still open.
It started snowing heavily.
Gold whispered in her ear. “Bae is going to love this.”
Belle laughed. “What? The snow or us being together?”
This is the underground fighting arena in the city of Phoenixflame. One of the PCs visited here in their background, shortly before the city erupted. They haven’t yet returned.
Painting thoughts
I couldn’t work out how to join up the left and right hand side of the picture, so I put a giant pillar in the way. This was probably a mistake.
Looking out into the misty darkness from the city of Diamondfalls, named after the glowing fish that swim in the river and waterfall.
Not pictured, the fogsharks that were attacking the city when the party arrived at it, or the undead which were defending it.
Painting thoughts
The misty darkness is mostly just dark and misty, so I probably should have focused more on the pretty glowing river. This is not going to make a good zoom background.
I have also used the last of this particular pad of paper, which is sort of canvasey. So the next painting will be on a different type and size of paper.
I’m running a game using the Exalted Rules and a custom setting. It takes quite a lot of inspiration from various final fantasy games. Particularly with regards to the mists which corrupt normal animals and people into hideous monsters.
Dawnrose
This is the city Dawnrose, it’s the only city that isn’t completely covered in mist, because it is on the coast. It’s the gateway between the mist covered continent (full of monsters and magical materials) and the rest of the world (will pay for magical materials).
Painting thoughts
I’ve not painted much for quite a while, but it was surprisingly easy to get back into it and I’m particularly pleased with the way all the houses turned out. (The water looks good too, but was easy).
