Having read enough of what many called 'fairy tales', but read like history to her, Belle had to smile a bit at Christine's words. "I suppose you're right. It's just a little difficult not to be..." Afraid was a word she hated to even think. She wasn't afraid, she was brave. "Worried about someone who kept you prisoner for several months."
Despite thoughts of the queen, Belle actually laughed. "Oh, I'm quite good at pestering him. I was his house keeper for six months. He tried to scare me at first, telling me tales about how I'd be skinning children for him. Scared me so much I dropped a tea cup. Towards the end I was--chastising him for nailing his curtains down." A tingling feeling seemed to run through her body was she remembered that--falling into his arms, seeing him in the light for the very first time.