Chapter 16: War

Quasimodo left Belle in the cathedral room as he quickly raced back down to the segundo 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 seguinte to cage "Alone at last" knocking the guard unconscious grabbing the keys from behind his cinto, correia climbing on topo, início of the cage with a spear in his hands...

Chapter 15: Sanctuary

The seguinte morning Frollo made an announcement in front of all of Paris about the bon fogo taking place while back in the Palace of Jusice Esmerelda, Phoebus and Belle were locked in the dungeon nobody had gotten sleep especially Belle even though she slept in Phoebus's arms all night long she was terrorized por her nightmare that kept coming back every time she closed her eyes knowing that would be her last dia to live if she refused Frollo Phoebus could tell the decision was upsetting her for it was a choice between life and death itself. "Belle the bon fogo will soon and...

“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 trono in the middle of the castelo courtroom wearing a royal robe, veste, roupão 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 dia 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 chá 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...

“I’d give anything to be a knight on a white charger,” said Arthur. It was now late morning and Merlin, Belle and Arthur were strolling alongside the side of the moat that surrounded the castle. Belle had a feeling that whilst the moat didn’t look particularly deep, it probably was. Arthur had a stick in his hand and was pretending it was a sword, slicing at the long blades of grama that tickled their ankles.

Belle grinned and picked up a stick from the grass. “Oh, yes? Well, let’s see how much you know about sword fighting, Sir Arthur.” Then she and Arthur engaged in a quick...