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As Belle was just finishing up closing curtains, she heard Adam’s request about not closing all of them. “Uh, sure, whatever you say,” surprised slightly. Belle thought for certain that he wouldn’t want to see a storm…that it may bring back dreadful memories. While lighting more candles, Belle thought of Lumiere briefly, and how it must have felt to be one and smiled.

Belle turned to face Adam, since there was more light in the room she could see him better. God…why? Why Adam of all people did he have to get hurt…again? His face was bruised worse than she thought. Don’t start crying again…it doesn’t make anything better. Belle let out a sigh in hope that it would cover up any sign that she was on the verge of sobbing and walked over to sit down by Adam.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”, taking his hand. She saw a worried look on his face, “What is it, Adam?”, looking down at his left hand and back to his face, “The ring? Like I said, it can be replaced…unless this one held some…sentimental value.”

Adam swallowed, watching as her hands slipped into his. He wrapped his fingers around hers, rubbing his thumbs over the tops of her hands. He had no idea how bad he looked, but he could tell that she was bothered by what she saw. Her eyes looked wet and glassy in the candle light, and it made him feel guilty. Guilt didn’t seem like the proper emotion, but he simply felt bad for making her worry.

He felt even worse when she asked about the ring.

“I was wearing my wedding ring today,” he explained, surprised when he heard his voice crack bitterly. He realized too late that he felt choked up himself. Making her worry. Losing his ring. He felt terrible, and it wasn’t even from the physical pain. The Prince would never cry in front of his Princess, so he tugged on her hands, trying to pull her close, wanting her to join him on the bed.

“I don’t need anything else right now,” he whispered. “Just you. Please.”

“Oh, Adam…,” letting out a heavy sigh as a tear trailed down from the corner of her eye, “it’ll be okay…we’ll get the ring back, you’ll see,” as she laid herself on his chest. “I’m just glad you’re alive and that you are with me…though I wish you could’ve ‘crashed the party’ in a better way,” smiling slightly. “But, really…what is truly bothering you about the ring? Please…tell me,” as she drew a little circle over and over with her finger on his chest.

Adam winced slightly when she settled onto his chest, his ribs aching slightly, but he wanted her there. He slid his arms around her waist, holding her close and burying his face into her brunette locks. “I just feel… bad,” he admitted, rubbing his bruised cheek against the top of her head. “That ring was a symbol of my love to you and they just… took it.” It was incredibly violating, to have something like that stolen so carelessly, knowing there were such loveless people left in the world. “And I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them. What if you had been in that carriage with me? I wouldn’t have been able to protect you…”

He looked down at her, watching her fingers against his chest. “I also don’t like it when you cry, on my account,” he said softly. “I don’t like making you cry. And I know you want to… You’re… an open book,” he teased, laughing briefly, his chest hitching in dull pain.