Belle entered the royal stable with dry eyes. She had no idea where to go, or what to do. She wished she'd never yelled at her brother.
Her chest heaved out a sob. She had to leave quickly, before Charming could find her. She found a familiar chestnut brown horse eating from a bucket of carrots in the corner.
She opened the wooden gate slowly. "Cyrus," she whispered. "Here boy, it's me, Belle, remember?" She petted his soft mane.
He whinnied in familiarity. His eyes looked as if he were saying, "What's wrong, Belle?"
"Everything," Belle replied to no one. She mounted the horse and whipped the...
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