Kayley & Hercules.

Since the accident with the food, Ariel has been thinking about Jim plus than ever before. She was so grateful that Jim was sweet enough to help her clean up her dress. Little did the red-head know that Jim was thinking about her too.

"Mom I'm home!" he shouts as he enters the Benbow Inn after a busy jour of picking up garbage.

"Hello Jim!" Mrs. Hawkins calls from inside of the kitchen.

Ariel comes out from the kitchen, wearing an old dress that used to belong to Mrs. Hawkins. Her fiery-red hair is in a low ponytail and the jupe of the beige dress waving in the slight breeze from the door....

As Melonie and I keep walking and talking, I decide to ask her some questions.

"Soooo, why did toi run away from accueil anyway?"

I ask her. She just shrugs.

"It's a pretty long story." Melonie says with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Oh. Well, if toi don't mind me asking, were you, I don't know, feeling like an outcast. Cause, toi know, I. Was." Melonie asks.

I'm not confessing anything to this girl but, I've got to make her feel comfortable in telling me something. "Yeah. I know who toi are." Oh snap! What if she really does know who I am?! I'd be in deep, deep trouble!

"Okay then. Who am I?" I try...

Chapter 16: War

Quasimodo left Belle in the cathedral room as he quickly raced back down to the seconde level grabbing a wooden beam throwing it over the edge of the balcony crushing Frollo's carriage in the town square he was now furious running up the steps to the entrance to Notre Dame that was completely locked "You men pick up that beam break down the door" he ordered his guards as Phoebus wrapped his arm around the chubby guard standing suivant to cage "Alone at last" knocking the guard unconscious grabbing the keys from behind his ceinture climbing on haut, retour au début of the cage with a spear in his hands...

“But I can’t be king,” Arthur said.

In Belle’s opinion, it was a little late for him to be complaining about that. The coronation was set for today. Arthur sat on an enormous trône in the middle of the château courtroom wearing a royal peignoir, robe and a large crown, both of which were far too big for him, in fact the crown kept slipping down over his eyes.

“I know it’s a lot to take in so suddenly,” Belle began, laying a hand on his shoulder, “and at your age it seems like a huge responsibility-”

“It’s not that.” Arthur glanced up at her. “I don’t know anything about running...

“So, now what?” Belle asked.

It was later that same jour and they were sitting up in their leaky tower, although it had now stopped raining, for the foreseeable future. Archimedes had retreated to his house in a huff after Belle had dried him off, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Now she poured her uncle a cup of thé and one for herself.

“The boy needs to learn about survival instincts,” Merlin replied, smacking his lips as he took a sip of tea.

“Hasn’t he been through enough today?” Belle smiled. “I’m just glad Archimedes was there to rescue him.”

“I did nothing of...