Senora-Lunas

        Belle had never felt such a distain toward books. Never in her life did she imagine it would be possible to reach a point they were causing her stress, disappointment, and building frustration. Though, to be fair, she had never asked so much from books as she was now. For the last three days, she had created a settlement in the grand library, at first only leaving for meals, or to refresh herself, and then by day two getting to the point even those simple needs she was finding ways to ignore. Most likely she would have survived on minimal trips to the toilet had Mrs.Potts not been insistent on bringing meals to her in the library sinc

“Let’s go home” Belle’s voice was barely a whisper, her fingers trembled tracing over the rose shaped trinket her Father had so perfectly captured in painting after painting. Within moments, she and Adam stood once more in the great library-with no sign they had ever left save the rose in Belle's hands. For the first time she finally had evidence from her Mother, but it somehow made her death impact her like it was fresh. Now she knew, she knew why her Father never spoke of it. Had it been the Enchantress's magic that she felt she had so clearly seen her mother's death bed? The dying woman planting a final kiss on the