The Hideout

“Now, boy,” zei Merlin, addressing Arthur. “You can’t get door without a decent education, u know.”

“Oh, I suppose not sir,” stammered Arthur, trying to examine the sugarbowl, which indignantly whacked at his fingers with a teaspoon. “I mean, Merlin.”

“Sugar!” Belle reprimanded the bowl, which hopped away in a huff.

“So, I am going to be your tutor,” Merlin explained, opening one of his books.

“But I’ve got to get back to the castle,” Arthur said, quickly taking another biscuit for the road and getting to his feet. “They’ll want me in the kitchens.”

“Oh,...

Cinderella and Belle’s POV:

Cinderella reluctantly dragged herself out of bed, praying that no one would come in when she was still naked and fumbling for her clothes on the floor. How on Earth would she explain that then? Her shoes had got tangled up in Belle’s dress somehow and she looked over at the sleeping woman she had left in bed. Belle was quite peaceful on her side, and Cinderella cast her mind back over all they had done that night and stifled a giggle at the thought that neither of their parents would approve of any of it if they knew.

And not just because they were doing it out...