[hr][hr] [color=IndianRed][center][h1]Isabella De’ fortesque[/h1] [img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20Through%20The%20Pages%20Roleplay/ezgif.com-gif-maker_zps5q5v1jka.gif[/img] [h2]♦ The Castle Stables - Lupinis, Rivenspire ♦[/h2] [b]Interacting With:[/b] The Queen Mother, Agatha Potts (Mrs. Potts). ⚜⚜⚜[/center] [hr][hr] “A moment, please, Ms. De’ fortesque.” At the sound of a voice entering the stables behind her, Belle turned her head, her beautiful dark iris’ searching about until finally, they came to a rest upon the figure she knew now to be the Queen mother of the kingdom; however, what the woman could possibly want with her was far beyond her comprehension. When it came to her presence within the kingdom, the Queen mother had made it quite clear that she was not welcome; especially so if her intention was to hunt. The very moment that the beast had been mentioned by her son; the very beast that was said to not only terrorize the land, but also the people… and yet it was almost as if the woman didn’t wish to be rid of it… No; in fact, the way in which she spoke of it; the way in which she so passionately spoke out of her chances against it… It were almost as if the Queen were… [i]fond[/i] of the beast… Frowning slightly as the mere thought of such a strange connection, Belle took but another moment to just look at her before her attention was once more drawn away, her gaze turning back to the beautiful horse that stood before her whining slightly in protest at the quick visit, and at once again being set on their way. Clicking her tongue a couple of times in order to gain Phillipe’s attention, she reached out towards him, her touch gentle… loving as she ran her hand down the length of his neck a few times, doing everything that she could in attempt to comfort the animal in question, “..your majesty…” Once sure that Phillipe was settled enough to be saddled, Belle turned her back to him, her person pausing for a moment so that she could once more look toward the Queen mother, a gentle nod of her head out of pure respect towards the woman before she was on the move once again, her feet carrying her across the room and over to a stack of hay bales where the leather saddle embroidered with her initials was resting, “Forgive me my actions; we have a long journey ahead, and I would prefer we leave before sun down.” “That will not be necessary… for you shall not be leaving.” If the Queen mother hadn’t caught her attention before, she sure had now. Stopping in her tracks as she reached out to pick the saddle up from the hay, Belle turned her head around once more, her gaze returning back to the woman as she stood watching her; the Queen’s expression (much like her own at times) hard to read as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, “..your majesty..? Forgive me; I thought I heard you say, I would not be leaving…” “No; you heard me correctly, Ms. De’ fortesque. You see, as noble as your intentions may be by leaving this kingdom. You are a welcomed guest of my son.” “I mean no offence, your highness; however, your son is a grown man… I am positively sure he can live without my presence here.” Standing herself up straight once more, Belle turned her body so that she was better facing the Queen mother, her lips pursing ever so slightly at the thought that even as a fully grown man, the Prince would not be able to deal with her departure from the kingdom, “Besides, has he not done so his whole life..? He has gone without my being here before; I assure you he shall do so again.” Slightly taken aback when the Queen mother began to chuckle lightly at what she assumed to be her words, Belle turned her head back on a slight angle, her brows furrowing together and her expression one of slight confusion as she tried to understand the woman’s reaction… was she missing something here..? “My son might have grown to be the man you see standing tall; though I assure you, he can still be quite the child. Especially when it comes to not getting what it is that he desires…” “..what he desires…” She repeated the words, her voice soft… almost shaky as it filled the air of the stables, causing her lower lip to quiver ever so slightly at the mere thought of what point she was trying to get across. She wasn’t a fool… she didn’t need to be some genius to know where this was going. “Precisely… and right now, my dear, it is [i]you[/i] that he desires most.” She couldn’t help it, and with a gentle shake of her head, her long dark locks brushed back and forth across her back, her impossibly dark eyes never once leaving those of the Queen mother as she tried to find some clue- some reason as to why the Prince wanted her to stay rather than to leave like she was planning, “..but he does not even know me…” “Whether or not my son knows you, Ms De’ fortesque, does not matter. However, what does… is that my son is kept happy. I have had a room made up for you in the East wing of the castle; a gown shall be delivered to you, and you shall take dinner, with my son, on the balcony of the West wing.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing… and as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, Belle once more lifted her attention up to rest on the now retreating figure of the Queen mother, the woman’s bid to head for the exit causing her to take a step closer, her hands balling up into fists down at her sides as she called out to her, causing her to stop and turn back, “You cannot keep me here like some prisoner..! If I wish to leave, then I shall…!” “My dear; let me make something perfectly clear… I will do [i]anything[/i] to make sure that my son is happy…” [/color]