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Belle Marie Cygne ⚜ "Rose"
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Belle herself does not look twenty-two. And she knows that he was an enchanter.
Are there other clues here?
Or - no. In fact she does not need other clues.
She now has an arsenal of wishes, and one of the wishes will let her look into the past, and find out whether they were in fact all the same Étienne, and what could possibly have led the dead man to believe that her husband belonged to him.
Are there other clues here?
Or - no. In fact she does not need other clues.
She now has an arsenal of wishes, and one of the wishes will let her look into the past, and find out whether they were in fact all the same Étienne, and what could possibly have led the dead man to believe that her husband belonged to him.
They did not live a happy life.
The elder brother caught the worst of it, but Étienne wasn't spared much. Their father was cruel; their mother, mostly absent.
One day Étienne's brother burned the castle to the ground.
He knew the enchantress already; that was when he went to her to become her apprentice. She taught him many things. He inherited his father's title, since his brother disappeared the day of the fire. He wasn't there; he didn't know whether his brother had escaped or not. Either way seemed as likely as the other.
It took a few years for him to stop looking.
It took decades, well past the end of his apprenticeship, for the enchantress to tell him about that chance meeting and the curse she cast.
She told him that all things belonged to him, his brother included. She told him that the curse was just and fair, that his brother would make a monster of a Marquis, that it was a good thing for everyone that she had erased the name of Modeste des Landes forever.
He came to believe her, eventually.
The elder brother caught the worst of it, but Étienne wasn't spared much. Their father was cruel; their mother, mostly absent.
One day Étienne's brother burned the castle to the ground.
He knew the enchantress already; that was when he went to her to become her apprentice. She taught him many things. He inherited his father's title, since his brother disappeared the day of the fire. He wasn't there; he didn't know whether his brother had escaped or not. Either way seemed as likely as the other.
It took a few years for him to stop looking.
It took decades, well past the end of his apprenticeship, for the enchantress to tell him about that chance meeting and the curse she cast.
She told him that all things belonged to him, his brother included. She told him that the curse was just and fair, that his brother would make a monster of a Marquis, that it was a good thing for everyone that she had erased the name of Modeste des Landes forever.
He came to believe her, eventually.