When Belle eventually got back to the castle, after bidding goodbye to Tiana and Meg, she was surprised not to find Prince Adam waiting for her in the hallway hoặc the lounge, as he usually was, waiting to give her some other task to add to her usual daily list. She didn’t mind this job, after all, it gave her a giường and food. Since her Papa had died, the cottage they had been renting had been recalled. Thankfully she had just started this job before she could be made homeless. Plus, being PA to a prince had its other perks too; she could attend social gatherings, even if her best dresses did look a little shabby tiếp theo to all the other gowns.
Puzzled bởi his absence, Belle called out “I’m back! Prince Adam!”
She didn’t expect him to reply but to her surprise his voice drifted down to her. “I’m in the library!”
Belle frowned. Of all the rooms in the castle, she’d never seen him in the thư viện before. Bewildered, she hurried upstairs. Adam was sitting with his back to her, sorting through a pile of papers. He glanced over his shoulder as she approached. “Hey,” he said, casually.
“What’s this?” asked Belle. “Do want help organising these?”
“No, it’s fine. I was trying to find some information on the De Lioncourts.”
Belle was even thêm surprised. She had asked him the trước đó evening if he knew anything about that family, and he had simply responded that whilst he had heard that name before, he couldn’t think where and was sorry that he couldn’t be of thêm help.
He had changed, she reflected. At first, he had been somewhat bossy and temperamental, and she in turn had been stubborn and fiery. But now, slowly, they seemed to have reached something perhaps on the verge of friendship. Peering over his shoulder, she saw that he was sifting through what looked to be ancient documents. One was dated 1700. “They go as far back as that?” she asked, simply to make conversation.
“Mm,” Adam replied, and then, after running his eyes down the page, he looked up at her. “Sorry, your friend...”
“Tiana,” Belle said.
“What did Tiana say this man was called?”
“Lestat.”
Adam held up the piece of parchment he was holding. Looking at it, Belle saw that it was a family tree. “This is the only name Lestat I can find here.”
Belle took it from him and glanced at the name at the bottom of the De Lioncourt bloodline. “Lestat De Lioncourt; November 7th, 1760 til-” Belle broke off. Beside the dash that indicated how long the man was supposed to have lived there was no death date, but a câu hỏi mark, which looked to have been added in bởi someone else, not the person who had drawn up the family tree. She looked up at Adam. “How did bạn get hold of these?”
He shrugged. “A lot of things like this wind up here; they get auctioned off bởi families through history. My father was a big collector of things like this.”
“This can’t be the same Lestat,” Belle said. “It’s impossible for anyone to live this long.”
“Maybe he did have descendants and they’ve not been recorded,” Adam said, wisely. “One of them could be called Lestat; first names often get passed on from father to son in families like that, used time and time again.”
Belle nodded. “Yes, you’re right. That’s why princes and kings would always be Henry 2nd hoặc Richard 3rd hoặc whatever to stop people from getting confused.”
“I can keep looking if you’re worried there might be something bad,” Adam volunteered.
“Oh no, bạn don’t have to,” Belle began, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “I mean...” She took a deep breath. “Thank you, but I don’t really know if he’s a bad guy. Tiana đã đưa ý kiến he’s nice.”
“Well, it would make me feel better,” Adam said.
“Why?” Belle grinned, teasingly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been admiring Tiana from afar now and bạn want to do this for her.”
“Not her,” Adam said, steadily.
Belle looked up. His blue eyes were fixed on her hazel ones. She felt her tim, trái tim beating about ten times faster in her chest. Only now did she realise just how much she liked him. Slowly, Adam leaned forwards and kissed her. His Kiss was gentle and guarded, like he was afraid she’d reject him. Feeling thêm confident, Belle kissed him back and then Adam slid his arms around her.
“Do bạn have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered, breaking the kiss.
Belle blinked at him. “I-I never realised bạn liked me that much. I mean, I’m just your PA.”
Adam smiled. “You’re also the most wonderful, intelligent, feisty and beautiful girl I’ve ever met, Belle. And, much as I never ever thought I was capable of it, I think I’m falling for you.”
Belle, unable to believe what she was hearing, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him again. “But I’m working class,” she stammered, “and you’re a prince.”
“Does that matter?” Adam asked.
Belle looked into his eyes and smiled. “No. Not in the slightest.”
Searching through the De Lioncourt family documents could wait.
Meanwhile, after saying goodbye to Meg, Tiana made her way into town. She needed a new summer áo, áo khoác and there were a few sách she wanted to buy, mainly on cooking. “Belle would be proud,” she teased herself.
The bookstore had all kinds of sách on cookery and recipes from all different countries. Here was one on Chinese thực phẩm and there was one on Spanish omelettes and one on French cooking...French cooking? Tiana picked it up. “Mastering the Art of French Cooking, bởi Julia Child, Simone Beck and Louise Bertholle. Hm.” Lestat đã đưa ý kiến he was from France, originally. Maybe, she thought, just maybe she ought to try her hand at French cooking, for his delight. He could come around one evening and she would cook...what did that say? Beef bourginoin? Stuffed lobster? Aspic? Uch! Tiana closed the book and shook her head. The French ate some funny things! Still, maybe she ought to give it a go. After all, if she wanted to be a chef someday, she had to learn to experiment a little.
She did buy it in the end, and, after stopping off for a late lunch at the nearby cafe’, she went in tìm kiếm of her summer coat. bởi the time she was done and heading trang chủ with her purchases, it was beginning to get dark.
“Well, hello there,” purred a smooth voice.
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. That voice...it sounded slightly like Lestat’s, but it wasn’t. She turned to see a suave man with pale skin and short dark hair standing behind her, hands in pockets. He was wearing a suit of exotic material.
“Hi,” she replied, and then turned to leave again. The tiếp theo thing she knew the man was somehow right in front of her, but she hadn’t seen nor heard him move. She stopped dead in her tracks. “How did..?”
The man smiled. “Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Marius de Romanus.”
“I’m...”
“Tiana, I know.” His smile never faltered. “I’m a friend of your new friend Lestat.”
“Oh,” Tiana stammered. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr De Romanus.”
“Please, it’s Marius,” he replied, waving away her comment.
“Well, Marius, can I help bạn with something, only I really need to get back home...”
“I won’t keep you,” replied Marius. “I just wanted to meet bạn in person. Lestat’s told me so much about you.”
“Really?” Tiana blushed. “He’s never mentioned you.”
“Well, that’s to be expected,” Marius replied, stepping closer to her. He took a deep breath, almost as if he were inhaling her scent. “You’re very attractive, bạn know. It’s always the pretty ones he goes for.”
He was making her feel uneasy and Tiana quickly brushed past him. “It was lovely to meet bạn and I hope we meet again, but right now I really have to go.”
“You should be careful!” Marius called after her. “He’s not all he seems to be!”
Tiana stopped. “What do bạn mean?”
She turned around but he had gone. Simply vanished into thin air, it seemed.
Now thoroughly spooked, Tiana bolted in the direction of her đường phố, street and she didn’t stop running until she was safely within the confines of her own home.
Puzzled bởi his absence, Belle called out “I’m back! Prince Adam!”
She didn’t expect him to reply but to her surprise his voice drifted down to her. “I’m in the library!”
Belle frowned. Of all the rooms in the castle, she’d never seen him in the thư viện before. Bewildered, she hurried upstairs. Adam was sitting with his back to her, sorting through a pile of papers. He glanced over his shoulder as she approached. “Hey,” he said, casually.
“What’s this?” asked Belle. “Do want help organising these?”
“No, it’s fine. I was trying to find some information on the De Lioncourts.”
Belle was even thêm surprised. She had asked him the trước đó evening if he knew anything about that family, and he had simply responded that whilst he had heard that name before, he couldn’t think where and was sorry that he couldn’t be of thêm help.
He had changed, she reflected. At first, he had been somewhat bossy and temperamental, and she in turn had been stubborn and fiery. But now, slowly, they seemed to have reached something perhaps on the verge of friendship. Peering over his shoulder, she saw that he was sifting through what looked to be ancient documents. One was dated 1700. “They go as far back as that?” she asked, simply to make conversation.
“Mm,” Adam replied, and then, after running his eyes down the page, he looked up at her. “Sorry, your friend...”
“Tiana,” Belle said.
“What did Tiana say this man was called?”
“Lestat.”
Adam held up the piece of parchment he was holding. Looking at it, Belle saw that it was a family tree. “This is the only name Lestat I can find here.”
Belle took it from him and glanced at the name at the bottom of the De Lioncourt bloodline. “Lestat De Lioncourt; November 7th, 1760 til-” Belle broke off. Beside the dash that indicated how long the man was supposed to have lived there was no death date, but a câu hỏi mark, which looked to have been added in bởi someone else, not the person who had drawn up the family tree. She looked up at Adam. “How did bạn get hold of these?”
He shrugged. “A lot of things like this wind up here; they get auctioned off bởi families through history. My father was a big collector of things like this.”
“This can’t be the same Lestat,” Belle said. “It’s impossible for anyone to live this long.”
“Maybe he did have descendants and they’ve not been recorded,” Adam said, wisely. “One of them could be called Lestat; first names often get passed on from father to son in families like that, used time and time again.”
Belle nodded. “Yes, you’re right. That’s why princes and kings would always be Henry 2nd hoặc Richard 3rd hoặc whatever to stop people from getting confused.”
“I can keep looking if you’re worried there might be something bad,” Adam volunteered.
“Oh no, bạn don’t have to,” Belle began, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “I mean...” She took a deep breath. “Thank you, but I don’t really know if he’s a bad guy. Tiana đã đưa ý kiến he’s nice.”
“Well, it would make me feel better,” Adam said.
“Why?” Belle grinned, teasingly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been admiring Tiana from afar now and bạn want to do this for her.”
“Not her,” Adam said, steadily.
Belle looked up. His blue eyes were fixed on her hazel ones. She felt her tim, trái tim beating about ten times faster in her chest. Only now did she realise just how much she liked him. Slowly, Adam leaned forwards and kissed her. His Kiss was gentle and guarded, like he was afraid she’d reject him. Feeling thêm confident, Belle kissed him back and then Adam slid his arms around her.
“Do bạn have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered, breaking the kiss.
Belle blinked at him. “I-I never realised bạn liked me that much. I mean, I’m just your PA.”
Adam smiled. “You’re also the most wonderful, intelligent, feisty and beautiful girl I’ve ever met, Belle. And, much as I never ever thought I was capable of it, I think I’m falling for you.”
Belle, unable to believe what she was hearing, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him again. “But I’m working class,” she stammered, “and you’re a prince.”
“Does that matter?” Adam asked.
Belle looked into his eyes and smiled. “No. Not in the slightest.”
Searching through the De Lioncourt family documents could wait.
Meanwhile, after saying goodbye to Meg, Tiana made her way into town. She needed a new summer áo, áo khoác and there were a few sách she wanted to buy, mainly on cooking. “Belle would be proud,” she teased herself.
The bookstore had all kinds of sách on cookery and recipes from all different countries. Here was one on Chinese thực phẩm and there was one on Spanish omelettes and one on French cooking...French cooking? Tiana picked it up. “Mastering the Art of French Cooking, bởi Julia Child, Simone Beck and Louise Bertholle. Hm.” Lestat đã đưa ý kiến he was from France, originally. Maybe, she thought, just maybe she ought to try her hand at French cooking, for his delight. He could come around one evening and she would cook...what did that say? Beef bourginoin? Stuffed lobster? Aspic? Uch! Tiana closed the book and shook her head. The French ate some funny things! Still, maybe she ought to give it a go. After all, if she wanted to be a chef someday, she had to learn to experiment a little.
She did buy it in the end, and, after stopping off for a late lunch at the nearby cafe’, she went in tìm kiếm of her summer coat. bởi the time she was done and heading trang chủ with her purchases, it was beginning to get dark.
“Well, hello there,” purred a smooth voice.
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. That voice...it sounded slightly like Lestat’s, but it wasn’t. She turned to see a suave man with pale skin and short dark hair standing behind her, hands in pockets. He was wearing a suit of exotic material.
“Hi,” she replied, and then turned to leave again. The tiếp theo thing she knew the man was somehow right in front of her, but she hadn’t seen nor heard him move. She stopped dead in her tracks. “How did..?”
The man smiled. “Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Marius de Romanus.”
“I’m...”
“Tiana, I know.” His smile never faltered. “I’m a friend of your new friend Lestat.”
“Oh,” Tiana stammered. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr De Romanus.”
“Please, it’s Marius,” he replied, waving away her comment.
“Well, Marius, can I help bạn with something, only I really need to get back home...”
“I won’t keep you,” replied Marius. “I just wanted to meet bạn in person. Lestat’s told me so much about you.”
“Really?” Tiana blushed. “He’s never mentioned you.”
“Well, that’s to be expected,” Marius replied, stepping closer to her. He took a deep breath, almost as if he were inhaling her scent. “You’re very attractive, bạn know. It’s always the pretty ones he goes for.”
He was making her feel uneasy and Tiana quickly brushed past him. “It was lovely to meet bạn and I hope we meet again, but right now I really have to go.”
“You should be careful!” Marius called after her. “He’s not all he seems to be!”
Tiana stopped. “What do bạn mean?”
She turned around but he had gone. Simply vanished into thin air, it seemed.
Now thoroughly spooked, Tiana bolted in the direction of her đường phố, street and she didn’t stop running until she was safely within the confines of her own home.