Even before the first light of day rose, Rohan left his wife’s room to carry on with his plan. Belle had not slept a wink that night, as they had talked away through the hours. He had gone to fetch more charcoal and parchment papers to draw her and their sleeping son from different angles.
She had watched him draw and had also told him different stories, one of which had so captured his interest that he forgot about drawing and instead laid his head in her lap while she stroked his hair, massaged his scalp, and continued speaking in a soft, soothing voice.
It was a story about a cursed prince who had loved a woman who didn’t belong in his time, and their tale had been filled with so many ups and downs that Rohan couldn’t help but grow more invested in it. She said it was something that had happened many years ago in another land, and the stories had been carried on by people down the generations. It had been told by so many that the words had changed with each telling.
"Many books have been written about it," she told him as she resumed the tale.
"She went back to her time and left him behind?" he asked curiously, and his wife nodded.
"Yes, she did, even though she didn’t want to. She went back not remembering him or their life together. However, her powers made her keep something that was a part of him with her in that different time." She ran her fingers through his thick blue hair as she looked down at him when he asked.
"Then what happened to him? Did he destroy the person who cursed him to have her back?"
Belle laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, he didn’t destroy the person because she was unreachable. To be more precise, he almost destroyed himself and went into hiding, for he couldn’t cope with the grief."
Rohan let out a small laugh. "He’s a coward then. I would never do that. I will turn the world upside down if I have to to get back my wife," he said, taking her hand and pressing kisses to her slender fingers. "I wasn’t joking when I said I love my wife." He grinned mischievously and gave her finger a playful nip with his teeth, which made her pull her hand away.
Belle pinched the top of his nose at those words and pursed her lips. "He loved his wife as well, and he tried his best, you know. He got her back in the end, even though it had been hard to do."
"How did he get her back?" he asked, and his wife went on and told him.
Their night had gone on like that, with him listening to her stories in a hushed whisper, as it was late and their son was sleeping. They had not let themselves worry about the next day, not after he had made her practice her lines to say to the king when she would report.
When dawn arrived, he kissed her and then took Angel with him to keep the boy with Evenly on his way. He couldn’t wait for the days where he wouldn’t have to bother himself about leaving her in the mornings or about them sleeping separately, which was why he had to make haste to find out everything about Isabelle, to clear their path toward a worry-free future.
After leaving Angel with Evenly, Rohan made his way into the deep side of the Dawson’s mansion. From his knowledge, records were always kept in underground storage rooms. Some were built like libraries, because wealthy families kept important documents along with records. His prediction was right, the Dawsons had an underground storage built like a library.
The space was dark, as there were no windows there. The walls were built with stone. He took an unlit torch from the wall and lit it with his bare hands before walking down the long narrow passage that led him into the place, where shelves were built along the walls and books and records were stacked there.
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