A FEW MINUTES BEFORE THE BELLS WERE RUNG
Belle, who had still been reeling from her newfound discovery of Jasmine being her cousin and rightful heir to the throne, could hardly breathe.
After her humiliating confrontation with Aurora and even Jasmine, who had been so rude, she sadly sat down on her bed and mused while her mother made some potions.
"Don't pout." Her mother said. "It makes you look ugly."
Belle pushed her face away. "You have no idea what it means to have everything you knew belonged to you threatened in a split second because of a nobody mother."
"Oh, I do know what it feels like." Her mother said. "Remember that I killed my sister."
Belle blinked. "Mother, you did that?"
"Of course I did. Do you think that your family line would exist if some other relatives hadn't murdered each other? You wouldn't even be alive by now. It was common for a lot of our ancestors to kill each other to get their hands on the throne." Her mother said as she howled into her pot.
