By my guest- Belle and the Beast
Rumpelstiltskin scowled at the mirror. Most would think he disliked how he looked. And although he wasn't the most handsome man in the land by far, that wasn't it. He had just finished another mirror-to-mirror conversation with the Evil Queen. She could visit in person, but he didn't like company, so one non-direct conversation a week was their compromise. She wanted his help, his magic, for her own gain. It was more of a business talk a week than anything. "Belle!" He called from the hall, as he walked down it. "I'm quite hungry, dearie. I trust you finished preparing my meal?" He turned at a doorway as he entered the dining area. He didn't like company, no. But he found Belle to be the exception.















