The King - The Widower (Closed)

Leon stood motionless, his expression hardening, though not out of anger. It was the weight of everything—the pain, the years, the isolation. Watching Belle kneel before him, he felt a sharp pang in his chest, an emotion he wasn’t ready to face. She didn’t see him as a monster, even when he couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He tried to look away, but her vulnerability, her earnestness, held his gaze.

He exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to shut her out. His hand, calloused and shaking slightly, hovered over her head before hesitating and pulling back. She had removed her gloves, laying bare her hands, offering something beyond magic—comfort. It stirred something deep within him.

With a voice that was quieter than he intended, Leon finally spoke. “Belle...,” he began, his tone raw. “I don’t deserve this. Not from you.” His stormy eyes softened as they met her brown ones, full of hope, something he hadn’t felt in so long.

“The pain, the bitterness—it's who I am now. I’ve been holding on to it for so long I wouldn’t know who I’d be without it.” He swallowed hard, the admission as much to himself as it was to her. “But I can’t lie to you... part of me doesn’t want this anymore. I don’t want to feel like this.”

His eyes flickered to her hand on his leg, and the warmth there was unfamiliar, almost foreign to him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting himself imagine, just for a second, that maybe there was still something worth holding onto besides the pain.

“I’m ready,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the storm in his eyes quieted slightly as he opened them, letting her see the sliver of vulnerability beneath the scars.
 
Belle was many things but cruel was never something anyone would ever call her, it was like she was mother nature and wanted to help everyone, man, woman, child and even animals. She could feel how scared he was, didn't take having the powers of an empath to understand that much. This moment was incredible she had no idea how she got here, but she was grateful for it. "Your pain emotional and physical has a lot to do with the pain that you are feeling, plus the death of your wife. Leon you are who you choose to be" She said simply. Slowly reaching over and removing his mask seeing the burn and the deep cuts that healed but not all the way, Belle's hear broke seeing his wounds, how sever they were. She would do anything for him and hope to god that she could do something, but she wasn't sure if it was even possible.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she placed her bare hand on his cheek and was muttering something softly, more of a prayer to let this work. When she opened up her eyes nothing was going on, she cursed herself especially because of how much he wanted this. Putting her hand down she sighed softly and closed her eyes, she was not happy at all. She was useless and started to scream to herself mentally but she had to do his, she slowly raised up so she was inches from Leon's face and stroked his cheek

"Please god let this work.." She said loud enough for him to hear, her eyes locked onto his and she leaned in kissing his wounded cheek, as she closed her eyes a tear fell down her cheek and onto his bare hand as a small light came from his cheek. She pulled away softly the burn was gone but he still had the two small healed cuts but he looked much better, even though he had been handsome to her regardless. She almost collapsed a bit since it took a lot out of her but she noticed something warm on her hand, looking down it was blood. She grabbed a napkin and put it to her nose.
 
Leon’s breath hitched as she removed his mask. He had never let anyone see him like this—not since the night everything had changed. The cold air touched the raw, scarred skin on his face, but it was Belle's eyes, full of sorrow and compassion, that made him feel truly exposed. His heart pounded in his chest, fear creeping in, but he remained still, watching her with a mix of hope and resignation. He had told himself not to expect anything, but the way she looked at him, as though he wasn’t a monster, was too much to bear.

When her hand rested on his cheek, her warmth and the soft words of her prayer made him close his eyes. For a moment, he let himself believe. But when nothing happened, he could feel the sharp disappointment in the air, coming from both of them. He opened his eyes just in time to see the pain on her face. She was blaming herself, and it cut him deeper than any wound.

“Belle,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “you don’t have to—”

But before he could finish, she leaned in, her lips brushing his scarred cheek, gentle and filled with a kind of grace he couldn’t comprehend. Then he felt it—the warmth, the light. It was subtle but undeniable. He froze as the burn disappeared beneath her touch, leaving behind healed skin, though not completely unscarred. His breath caught in his throat, a mix of disbelief and gratitude warring inside him.

When she pulled away, he noticed her trembling, the strain it had taken on her. Then, he saw the blood trickling from her nose, and a sharp concern overtook him. His hand, rough and scarred, instinctively reached out to steady her, resting on her arm.

“Belle... you’ve done enough,” he said, his voice low but firm. His stormy eyes, usually guarded, softened as he looked at her, filled with an unfamiliar tenderness. “You don’t need to hurt yourself for me.”

His fingers brushed her hair back gently, his touch uncertain but careful. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t thinking of his own pain. “You’ve already given me more than I deserve,” he added, his eyes flickering over her pale face, still recovering from the effort she had put into healing him.

His throat tightened as he searched for the right words, his usual walls beginning to crack. “You see something in me,” he muttered, almost to himself, “something that I haven’t seen in a long time.” He paused, his hand falling from her arm as he turned away slightly, staring at the now-healed skin. “Maybe... I can learn to see it too.”

He looked back at her, his gaze steady despite the storm raging beneath the surface. “Thank you, Belle. Not for the healing... but for trying. For seeing me as more than the scars.”
 
She smiled looking into his eyes he truly was very special and she saw it. If the servants took a moment they would see it to but Belle was Belle and saw the good in every single person. She could tell he was still in pain but no where near as bad and his face the burn mark was gone so she was impressed by what she actually could do. "I am glad I could take the burn scar away and by the looks of it your still in pain but not as bad I hope?" Every time she looked into his eyes she saw noting but pain and misery. But as she looked at him this time that's not what she saw anymore, the healing she had done, was what needed to be done which she was grateful for. She saw happy for him and it was easy to see what she had done for him, she leaned in and kissed his cheek one more time assuring him that he was worth all this, even if they did not see it.

"Your a good man Leon a very good man unfortunately when it comes to healing there is a price that always must be paid to keep the world of chaos and order from battling one another" Putting her hands down she slowly stood up with his help "You were worth me tying and you will always be that way to me, because I can see the man behind the masks you put up to protect yourself" Belle was starting to grow feelings for him and it scared her, she had never ever loved anyone before, and with her father off to sea and her mother dead it's not like she could get some feedback from someone.

"Believe it when I say I do feel for you my lord not because you are my Prince soon to be king when you are married, but because of the kindness you have given me and my family. You did no have to I don't know if this started out as a game to try and humor yourself over, but I can see that now things have changed and a friendship is bound, but I must warn you. I have healed you but now we will be able to feel when the other is hurt or in trouble. That normally is not part of the healing process but I want to do what I can to protect you even if in a small way I hope my lord approves and forgives me for not asking, it just happened honestly"
 
Leon felt her warmth in every word, the sincerity in her gaze almost overwhelming him. He wasn’t used to this—someone seeing through the walls he had built, let alone understanding him so deeply. His jaw clenched slightly, not out of anger, but from the unfamiliar feeling of being cared for. He glanced away for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, but Belle’s words lingered, tugging at something deep inside him.

When she spoke of the price of healing, his gaze shifted back to her, catching her fear and uncertainty. He understood that fear. It mirrored his own. Gently, he placed a hand on her arm, steadying her as she rose. "The burn is gone, but the scars... they go deeper. You’ve done more than I thought possible, Belle."

His voice softened as he continued. "I’ve lived with pain for so long, I forgot what it was like to feel anything else." He hesitated, searching her face. "And now this bond... it’s not something I deserve, but if you’re willing to share this burden, I won’t turn you away."

For the first time in a long while, his eyes weren’t filled with misery, but something softer, something almost hopeful. "You’ve given me something I thought I’d lost," he added, his hand slipping from her arm. "Thank you."

With a small nod, he met her eyes again. "I don’t need forgiveness, Belle. Just your honesty."
 
She smiled at him and couldn't help but nod it was the same with him "I would never turn you away or lie to you that is not my nature and its not what I believe in, besides it's something that isn't in my nature. I am just glad I was able to help you the best I know how and well the only way I know how to be honest. Frankly it feels like the only time I ever feel happy is by your side so its a new feeling for us all I guess" She wanted to hug him to prove she was there but she had a feeling that had already been done when she did what she did for him.
 
Leon’s eyes softened as he listened, her words sinking deep. He had never expected someone like her to be in his life, someone who didn’t see him as the monster he had become but as something more. Her honesty was disarming, and he found himself lowering the defenses he’d spent years perfecting.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though his expression remained guarded. "Belle, you’ve already given me more than I deserve. Your honesty, your kindness... I’ve spent so long pushing people away that I forgot what it feels like to have someone stand by me."

His hand hovered for a moment, unsure of what to do, before finally resting gently on her shoulder. "I don’t know how to repay what you’ve done, but... knowing that I make you happy, even in some small way—that’s enough."

For a moment, his gaze lingered on her, something unspoken passing between them. He could feel the warmth of her presence, a stark contrast to the cold isolation he had grown used to. "You’re the only one who’s ever looked past the scars, Belle. I didn’t think that was possible."

He paused, searching her face for a sign of doubt but found none. "Maybe... we can both find something worth holding on to here."

His hand fell away, the touch brief but filled with more emotion than words could express.
 
Belle smiled it looked like he wanted to touch her even if it was just a small gesture but did nothing, which just showed how much he has changed, before he took what he wanted be damned the consequences. She would have accepted a small touch or a hug or some other very small gesture. But it actually appeared that Belle had the same issue as well. Bell had no idea what to do with her own hands so she found herself in the same dilemma as he did. What to do with your hands when you are afraid of not holding your cards close enough. She was so close she could feel his warmth and actually had dreams about him making love to her, but those were close guarded secrets that no one ever knew about. He was more and more tender. But she knew once she was brave enough, strong enough and had his trust 200% she would have to show him what really happened that night, because there were vipers that wanted to usurp powers for themselves so they could do what they wanted, that was not what she wanted.

"I will always be with you whenever you need me I would suggest to keep drinking what you have been but slowly it down gradually and then stop I don't know if what you are drinking can kill you if you just stop, I would not want anything to happen to you. Belle said handing back his mask, she felt he did not need it. "Honestly our world would be a darker and colder place without you here, because honestly without you my prince this kingdom would fall faster then it is now, what is going on now can be mended and I could always tend to that as add on duties to tending to you of course.
 
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Leon’s gaze flickered to the mask she handed back to him, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he stared at it for a moment, the symbol of the man he had been—a shield to hide his pain, his anger, his shame. But now, in this fragile moment, with Belle so close he could feel her warmth, the mask seemed unnecessary.

He let out a slow breath, his hand brushing against hers briefly as he pushed the mask away. “I think I’m done with this,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual. His stormy eyes, usually guarded and cold, softened as they met hers. “You’ve seen me... really seen me. I don’t need to hide from you.”

The air between them felt heavy, charged with something unsaid, but Leon hesitated. He had never been one to shy away from what he wanted, but with Belle, things were different. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—rush this. He watched her fidget, her hands unsure, mirroring his own hesitation.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve given me more than I deserve, Belle. But I’ll take your advice. I’ll ease off the drink, slowly.”

His hand hovered near hers again, but this time he allowed his fingers to brush hers lightly, a silent acknowledgment of the trust they were building. “This kingdom may be falling, but with you by my side... maybe there’s hope. For both of us.”

His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “You’re right, I need you.”
 
Belle could not help but smile at what he said about not needing it anymore, it was nice to hear that from him. She never understood why he wore the mask to begin with. He may have been scared but it was not like the scar took away how handsome he was. Because it did not take away his outer beauty or his inner beauty. Her eyes looked back down at the mask running her finger over it and smiled. “If you would allow me sire, I would like to hold onto this? I like getting tokens that represent an exceptionally good day, and this is a representation of you not needing it anymore.” Belle said in a sweet way. She would treasure the mask and the memory for all time. It was s symbol of their growing bond and their growing trust between the two of them. It did mean the world to her, especially because it was her way of remembering the most important moments of her life.

She was grateful that he took her advice about the drink seriously, especially because Belle was far from a doctor or a nurse. Belle did not know if she was over thinking things, but she knew his medicine had a bit of alcohol in it. And due to the fact, he had been on it for over a year. Belle was so very afraid he may go into withdrawal or become extremely sick. But she did not want to take any chance of the possibility of it making him sick, or worse. She could not help but watch him fidget as much as she was, Belle could not help but smile, they had a lot in common because of the way they were acting towards one another. When they locked eyes onto one another again, she could feel his hand inches from her own, and in the bat of an eyelash she felt his skin against her own, his hand on her own, in that moment it is like her lungs caved in.

When it came down to his kingdom, she was not worried about it, she knew in time that everything would get back to normal, with time and patience. Between his wounds he was healing from. The wounds outside and the ones in, there was not enough of his strength left to take care of the kingdom. Belle was surprised that no one had taken the role as acting prince till he got well enough, but she was glad in a way that it was just him. Some people it is like the second they get power they want more, no matter how and no matter the sacrifice to keep such power. She tried to believe everything happened for a reason, and she had a feeling she was that reason. Leon being so close she could feel his warm breath on her own, which made her smile. And it was then that it hit her like a bookshelf, she was shocked for once in her life.

Leon needed her? Belle had no clue what to think, what to do or even say, but the shock in her eyes and face turned from surprise to something else. He had no idea that slowly over the course of a year and a half, she had fallen in love with him. And the love she felt for him was so extraordinarily strong, it shook her to her very core. “You need me?” was all Belle could say right now, until she knew in what way he needed her. Belle slowly placed her hand on his cheek and had such love in her eyes it was breathtakingly beautiful. No one ever wanted her in any way in a romantic way. Belle was a virgin and never was with a man, never even had been kissed before by any man, so it is way she needed clarification about the type of way he needed her. Her heart was in her throat, and it was beating so loudly she could barely hear.
 
Leon watched her fingers trace the mask, feeling an odd sense of finality and relief. He’d hidden behind that mask for so long, it had become a part of him—a barrier between who he was and who he wanted to be. When Belle asked to keep it, something in him softened. The mask was a symbol of everything he had been, but now it was also a symbol of what he was letting go.

“Take it,” he said quietly, his voice steady but filled with something more. “If it means that much to you, then I can’t think of a better place for it.” The words felt raw, vulnerable, but he meant them. He could see how much this moment meant to her, and for once, he wanted to give rather than take.

As their hands brushed again, Leon felt the subtle shift between them. The air felt heavier, more charged, and he found himself struggling to maintain his usual composure. Belle’s reaction—her surprise, her love—was written in her eyes, and it stirred something deep inside him.

When she asked, “You need me?” with that look of pure vulnerability, he felt his heart pound in his chest. He had spent so long keeping people at a distance, but Belle... she had broken through.

Leon raised his hand to gently cover hers on his cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere. “I need you, Belle. Not just for the healing... but for everything. You’ve shown me there’s more than pain, more than this.” His stormy eyes held hers, and for the first time, there was no mask between them. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
 
With how close they were to each other she could feel their body heat bounce off each others, it was something she was not use to. She had never been intimate at all with anyone. And standing this close to one another was the first feeling of that, she was glad he gave her permission to keep the mask. It may have seemed a bit silly but she was grateful he let her and did not tease her, though with how he is with her he wouldn't. It was then that Belle showed her shock that he touched her, she found herself stunned feeling his hand against her cheek and automatically moved her head into his hand and couldn't help but give the palm of his hand a kiss. It was an automatic response.

Belle loved how he was with her, because of how he was with her she did not regret the kiss. Her heart was beating even faster, this was so very new to her she could not help but smile. When her brown eyes locked onto his own she did not know what to say that wouldn't spoil this moment. Belle didn't want anything to spoil this moment between them, not a servant or a stupid remark from her own mouth. Belle brought her hand up to his that was on her cheek and placed her hand over his, she had waited for this moment for a very long time. She had no clue it would be from a prince who would be king once married, and knew if had married someone else she would have been hurt. And would have been hurt as well if he had taken another woman to his bed that wasn't her. This moment was special and it felt like everything around her just stopped, like the only ones under the castles roof was them.

"Leon I..." Was all she was able to get out.

It was almost like slow motion when he bent down and his lips captured her own, at first her eyes showed shock that this was happening in the first place. For a moment she had no idea what to do, but as he started to kiss her lightly. The shock was replaced with a soft moan from her throat and her eyes closed. She returned the kiss, and with each kiss it got deeper and deeper. She could feel the need for her in the kiss and wondered if he could feel her need for him. Belle put the mask down on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck, showing Leon just how much she cared about him. And this care was so much more then friendship, it was like someone or something flipped a switched in her brain. She had to brace herself against the table for a moment to steady herself with her free hand. Her heart racing and beating like a bunch of wild horses running through the forest, through the wind.

Once she was steady her arms went back to holding him close to herself, everything so perfect. If she had been a common whore she would have begged for him to take her right there and then, but even though she was a peasant she was still very much a lady, and a ladies first time was special. You shouldn't be ravaged on a table where someone could walk in and see them, she didn't care if people knew they were together, but it mattered if someone saw them have sex. Even her mother taught her when she was younger before she died a virgin should loose her virginity in her lovers bed. When the kiss broke for air she was a bit disappointed but they did have to breath, her smile so soft and sweet.

"I love you Leon" She said she was so turned on so much it was almost hard to think.

"I have wanted to be with you so long, to feel your body against my own" She wanted to tell him she was a virgin but she didn't really want to have that conversation, especially since it would be a mood killer. Stroking his cheek Belle could not help but smile at him, her hand on his cheek.
 
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Leon was taken aback by the intensity of the moment. The warmth of her kiss on his palm had sent a jolt through him, and the way she leaned into his touch—it was unlike anything he had ever felt. As their eyes locked, he could see the depth of her feelings, mirroring his own, feelings he hadn’t realized had grown so strong until now.

When she whispered his name and the words fell short, he felt a surge of something raw, something he couldn’t contain any longer. Slowly, deliberately, he bent down and kissed her. It started gentle, almost tentative, but the way she responded—the way she clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck—made everything else fade away.

The world outside of them ceased to exist. There was only the warmth of her body against his, the taste of her lips, and the pounding of his heart. He felt her brace against the table, and instinctively, his arm moved to steady her, pulling her closer, his other hand still resting on her cheek.

When the kiss broke, both of them breathless, her whispered words filled the air: *“I love you, Leon.”*

His heart skipped a beat. No one had ever said those words to him with such sincerity, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. But as he looked into her eyes, saw the love and desire there, he knew.

“I love you, Belle,” he whispered back, his voice low and full of emotion. “I’ve needed you for longer than I realized.”

His hand gently stroked her cheek, a soft smile breaking across his face.
 
Belle was the happiest she had ever been in many years, she actually hadn't been this happy since she was a child. Belle always wanted a husband with many children around them, a place private and beautiful they could escape to. But being in love with royalty she knew there wouldn't be much of a chance for privacy, but she did not mind sacrificing privacy if it meant being with him.

He saw her and she saw him, they mirrored each other in more ways then they could imagine. She had no idea what to do, having no idea what to say or even do. But when he relaxed into her touch she blushed at what Leon said about needing her for longer, that was something the two of them could actually agree on. Maybe with her help the kingdom could get back to normal.

Unfortunately she knew Leon had enemies and one enemy was his own cousin, every time his cousin saw them together she was pissed. She did not mean to fall in love with Leon, but she wanted to protect him from a woman who wanted the kingdom and do whatever she liked. But the love and the honesty was true, as true as her heart.

"You will have to lead me in what happens next, I have never had a boyfriend. That kiss was the first thing I ever got from a man" Belle said and actually blushed, she thought it best to give him a heads up, that and the fact she had no idea what she was doing. "Was saving myself for marriage or for the right man" She gave Leon a very shy smile.

"I just know I love you, and I love the man you are not for what you have but for the man you are, the man I have seen" Her body needed him but she couldn't find the words and it wasn't her way, if they were going to be together they would do it because he wanted it as well.
 
Leon's eyes softened as he listened to Belle's confession. He gently took her hand in his, marveling at how small and delicate it felt against his own.

"My dear Belle," he said softly, "your honesty and purity of heart only make me love you more. We need not rush into anything. I want to court you properly, to show you the depth of my feelings."

He brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Belle's breath caught in her throat at the tender gesture.

"As for leading," Leon continued with a warm smile, "perhaps we can learn together. I may be a prince, but in matters of the heart, I find myself just as inexperienced as you."
 
It was a beautiful gesture and she had never been courted so this will be interesting, part of her was in a rush because she wanted to feel him. But the other part, the lady part of her knew it best to do this the right way. This way no one could say she bewitched him or some such nonsense, being a healer doesn't make you a witch that she knew for sure.

Feeling his lips on her hand it made her feel special, made her feel appreciated and wanted. Her heart beating in her throat it was amazing how certain things went recently for the two. She knew that people were going to talk, but she did not care let them see there love blossom and take root. Let them be very jealous over every little thing they do.

"I know people are going to talk, but I say let them. I already have an idea of what will be said. They will say I am a gold digger, they will comment on what would the future king want with a peasant girl? Or better yet they will talk about the age difference between the two of us. But I don't care we both know how we feel about each other" She kissed him again and smiled.

"And I agree no need to rush all we have is time"
 
Leon watched her with a mixture of admiration and wonder. The way she carried herself, poised yet eager, captivated him. He could see the internal struggle she faced—her desire to rush into his arms clashing with her innate sense of propriety. To him, she was not just a healer; she was a beacon of strength and grace, unafraid to challenge societal norms.

As he felt her soft skin beneath his lips, a warmth spread through him. He had never experienced such a profound connection before. Her heart raced, and he could sense her excitement, yet she remained grounded. Leon admired her resolve to take their relationship slowly, knowing that it would solidify their bond against the whispers of the world outside.

He acknowledged her concerns about gossip. The idea of being labeled a gold digger or a foolish prince enamored with a peasant girl was a reality he had considered. But their love was genuine, transcending social class and the expectations of others. Leon believed that their connection was worth any scrutiny.

With every kiss, he felt their love deepening, and the world around them faded into insignificance. He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently, reaffirming his commitment to her. “Time is on our side,” he whispered, a smile breaking across his face. He wanted her to know that they would navigate the storm together, undeterred by the opinions of others. Their love was their own, and it would flourish, despite the challenges ahead.
 
Belle could not help but smile, she wanted so much, but she waited this long. What is a bit more, besides she saw how her sister was being courted and it was a beautiful ceremony. So she was looking forward to it very much so. Her sister enjoyed the courtship because they got to do a bunch of different things, and it was always a good way to know if you were good together.

Belle figured it was more to get to know your suitor, Belle was going to enjoy herself, but there was only one thing she was afraid of and it wasn’t a what but a who. She could always feel her gaze on her, no matter where she was in the castle, she was more deadly and cunning than a basilisk. She figured that was why she was so very much afraid.

"I have been waiting for this moment all my life, my sister is getting married soon to a man she has loved a very long time. She enjoyed the courtship and made it sound so grand, so I know it will be so because your not just anyone" She said with a soft smile on her faces stroking his cheek. "I have a feeling that we both will learn new things as we go along, I just hope your cousin doesn't try something, every time we see each other it's like she views me like a bug to be crushed and gotten rid of"

She hated to talk badly about a family member of his, but honestly Belle was scared she would snake her way into Leon's mind and use her charms and ability to make her look terrible. But with how Leon has treated her and with what he said she trusts him, and Leon is the only man she has ever given her heart to and given all her trust to.
 
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Leon’s expression shifted as Belle voiced her concern. The warmth in his gaze dimmed, replaced by a hint of concern. He had sensed a tension between Belle and his cousin, but he hadn’t fully grasped the depth of her feelings.

“Your fears are valid, my dear,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a protective undertone. “Isolde has always been fiercely ambitious, and she does not take kindly to what she perceives as threats to her aspirations. But I promise you, I will not let her intimidation or jealousy come between us.”

He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for reassurance. “You are not a bug to be crushed; you are a healer, a woman of great worth and dignity. I will stand by your side and face whatever she throws at us. We will confront her together, and I will not allow her to undermine what we have.”

Leon took a deep breath, wanting to instill confidence in Belle. “This is our journey, and we will navigate it together. I know it may not be easy, but I believe that our love can withstand any storm. Let’s show her that what we share is unbreakable.”

With a resolute nod, he squeezed her hand again, as if solidifying their pact. He could feel the weight of the world pressing against them, but he was determined to protect their blossoming love, no matter the cost.
 
She felt beyond grateful taking what she had to say seriously she knew he trusted her with the way he was talking to her and the words he was using. But how do you bring up the past without destroying so much? She did not want to hide anything from him, but the timing had to be just right and it wasn't now, but she wouldn't let her get away with it.

"Thank you Leon" She said stroking the side of his cheek.

"I have never met another woman with so much hate for people under her, it's taken me a year to figure out who her personal servants were to be sure I stay away from them. And when I can't stay away from them, if I am tasked to work with them then I am always careful of what I say. But what goes on between us has always been private, the servants like to talk but in all honesty they want you happy again, especially that butler of yours, he is a good man"

He really did have a lot of good servants that wanted him happy, that wanted to see the kingdom flourish again instead of dying. Belle was grateful for the servants like that, they were a pleasure to work with. "I trust you Leon you are honestly the only one I do trust, and I am happy with that. I have met a basilisk that is nicer then she is, I keep her always at arms length and it sounds like you may feel the same way" It was such a magical night and with each passing moment.

Belle wondered what would happen now besides a successful dinner, she looked outside seeing the beauty of the moon. "It's such a beautiful night, who would have thought I was nervous about tonight. Worried I wouldn't be able to help, worried I would put my foot in my mouth. But it's wonderful and I don't want this night to end"
 
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Leon felt a wave of warmth wash over him as Belle stroked his cheek, her gratitude evident in her gentle touch. Her words reassured him, and he appreciated her honesty about the challenges she faced. It took strength to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics, and he admired her resolve.

“I wish I could say I’m surprised,” he replied, his brow furrowing slightly. “Isolde has always had a cruel streak, and I’ve seen how her disdain for others can twist her into something unrecognizable. It pains me to know that you’ve had to tread so carefully around her servants. You deserve to be free of such burdens.”

Leon paused, reflecting on the weight of Belle’s trust. “It means the world to me that you confide in me. You have no idea how much it reassures me to know I can lean on you, just as you lean on me. I wish you could see how extraordinary you are, even in the shadow of her cruelty. Your heart is so open, so full of kindness. It’s a stark contrast to Isolde’s coldness.”

As he looked into her eyes, the moonlight shimmering around them, he felt a powerful connection that transcended the challenges they faced. “You are right to keep her at arm’s length. I will always support you in that. We will face her together, but I promise you, my focus is on our happiness, not the darkness she tries to cast.”

He turned his gaze to the moon, a serene smile spreading across his face. “It is indeed a beautiful night, and I too wish it would never end. Tonight has been nothing short of magical. Your presence fills the space with light, and I find myself entranced by you. I want to create many more nights like this, where we can simply enjoy each other’s company, free from the burdens of the world outside.”

Leon took a deep breath, his heart racing at the thought of what lay ahead. “Let’s savor this moment, Belle. Let it be a reminder that, despite the trials we may face, there is still beauty and joy to be found in each other.”
 
Belle had never been this way with anyone, she was very use to being alone in this castle. Afraid what she says was being passed around, so she kept her head down and her mouth shut. Before there relationship became something important, something beautiful and full of love. She didn't know if she would be able to continue battling servants that were nosey, but his love and commitment into their relationship has given her the strength she needs.

The strength she needs to keep going and to hold her ground, which isn't easy when people do nothing but work and talk. But with him by her side his hand in hers she knew this would work, and she would protect it like she would protect a new born baby. She was no longer going to be afraid to actually breath and think about what she wants for a change.

"You have helped in ways you don't even realize, when you made me your personal servant I have had an easier time. I spend most of my time with those I actually get along with and know I can show some of my colors to, I know it will be a hard road but with you as my companion I know we will make it" Belle said with a big bright smile. She wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his chest and started to sway.

Like she was dancing to a song only she could hear, this moment in the moon light meant the world. The weather was perfect she had no idea what was the next step but she would follow his lead in everything.
 
Leon felt a swell of pride as Belle expressed her gratitude, her words igniting a warmth within him that radiated through his entire being. He knew that their relationship was blossoming, but hearing her acknowledge how deeply it had impacted her made him realize the true significance of their bond. She was a force of nature, and he felt honored to be the one she chose to stand beside.

“You have no idea how much joy it brings me to hear you say that,” he replied softly, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned into him. The sensation of her head resting against his chest made him feel both protective and inspired. “You deserve to feel safe and supported. I want to be the one who stands beside you, who encourages you to embrace your true self.”

As they swayed together under the soft glow of the moonlight, Leon felt a deep sense of responsibility for their relationship. “We are partners in this journey, Belle. I promise to always lead with honesty and strength, not just for myself but for us. I will help you navigate the complexities of this castle and the people within it. Together, we will rise above the whispers and judgments.”

He took a moment to admire the way the moonlight illuminated her features, casting a serene glow over her face. “You have a beautiful spirit, and I want to help it shine as brightly as it deserves to. I won’t allow the fears of the past to stifle your growth. Instead, let’s build a future where you can flourish and be the incredible woman you are meant to be.”

With each sway, he felt their connection strengthen, as if the very fabric of their relationship was weaving a tapestry of trust and love. “As we take these steps together, I want you to know that you can always lean on me. Your happiness and well-being are my top priorities, and I will fight for us with every ounce of strength I have.”

Leon paused, searching her eyes for reassurance. “Let’s create a sanctuary here, one where we can express ourselves freely, where we can be vulnerable and grow together. This is just the beginning, Belle. I am excited to see where this journey will take us, and I promise to lead us with the love and respect you deserve.”
 
She had no idea that this night was going to be as magical as it was and it was beyond magical, when he looked into her eyes she showed him love and care "I trust you Leon, if I didn't I wouldn't be here" Looking into his stormy eyes she couldn't help herself, she knew nothing was going to happen for a long time. But in this moment it felt like there was only one way to convey the way she was feeling with him.

"And I am honored that you are the only man I have ever had interested in me, I have loved for for a long time but knew my place. And I know the first time we make love will be as magical as tonight, and I am glad you and only you get to have my heart and my body, but for now I will give you what is appropriate for the beginning of our courtship" She stroked his cheek.

Leaning into him she kissed him at first it was soft but as he responded to her kiss she kept getting deeper pouring her heart into the kiss showing him just how much she loved him, sometimes it was easier to show how much you love someone with action instead of words, since actions were always louder then words, and it was something she believed in. Letting him go for a breath she brushed his cheek and was beyond happy at this moment it was incredible
 
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Leon’s heart raced as Belle’s kiss deepened, her love pouring into him with a tenderness that left him breathless. He hadn’t anticipated how powerful the moment would feel, how her affection would stir something so raw and pure within him. As their lips parted for a breath, he gazed into her eyes, seeing not just the woman he loved but someone who had placed her trust, her heart, and her future in his hands.

Her words lingered in the air between them, delicate yet profound. The promise of their eventual intimacy was a responsibility he took seriously, but more than that, it was a testament to the bond they were creating. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trailing softly along her skin, memorizing the way her presence filled him with warmth.

“You have no idea how much your words mean to me, Belle,” he said, his voice hushed but filled with emotion. “I’ve longed for this—for the chance to love someone as deeply as I love you. But more than that, I’ve longed to be loved in return. To be trusted with someone’s heart.”

He cupped her face in his hands, holding her gaze with a sense of reverence. “This night is a gift, and I will cherish it. I promise to take our journey slowly, to honor you and everything you’ve given me. We will share many moments like this, and when the time is right, our love will be more than words, more than gestures. It will be a union of souls.”

Leon leaned in and kissed her forehead softly, the gesture a vow of the patience and respect he intended to show her. “But tonight, I am content just to hold you, to know that your heart is mine, just as mine is yours. I will never take that for granted.”

As he pulled her into an embrace, the weight of the world seemed to fade away. The moonlit night wrapped them in its quiet beauty, and for the first time in a long while, Leon felt at peace. He could feel the future stretching before them—uncertain, yes, but filled with promise. And whatever lay ahead, they would face it together, hand in hand.

He held her close, swaying gently as the night surrounded them. “This is only the beginning, Belle. Our story has just begun, and I promise you, it will be a beautiful one.”
 
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