Dorian
"No this one is fine.Your home it's quite beautiful."she said simply. She stepped into the room and started examining it. A older maid came into the room, clutching some clothes in her withered hands. She handed the dresses to Isabella, who thanked her for the clothes, and started sorting through them. The short, but pleasantly plumb, little old woman walked back to Dorian and gave him a smile. He nodded, and gave the old woman a hug.
"Thank you Mrs. Potts." He said before giving the old woman a light kiss on the head.
After Belle became his bride, Dorian's father had hired on a few servants to help with the up-keep of the castle. Most had gone by now, including Mrs. Potts grandson Charles who was at least seven years older then Dorian and had served as an errand boy at one time. Mrs. Potts was a loving maid who had served as Dorian's nanny when needed. Mrs. Potts was too old to speak anymore. Belle constantly offered the old woman a chance to simply rest in one of the many bedrooms, and Belle would see to her comforts for the rest of her days, but the old woman refused. She insisted on continuing her duties as a maid, and did so happily. Her determination had earned Dorian's admiration.
Mrs. Potts smiled at Dorian, and touched his cheek gently. Isabella walked behind a changing screen and started to dress in an outfit chosen from the gathered clothes. Mrs. Potts looked over to the screen Isabella was behind, and then back to Dorian with a criticizing gaze. He laughed a little and whispered.
"I know it's inappropriate that I stay here while she was dressing. But, she's almost done anyway, and Mother invited her to dinner so I should escort her. I'll be more careful in the future I promise." Mrs. Potts gave him a softer, but still skeptical look.
"I'll be better in the future I promise." he said with a smile, knowing the old woman was only concerned for his welfare. Mrs. Potts smiled, rolled onto her toes, and kissed Dorian on the forehead before walking passed him.
Dorian shook his head with a smile. He loved that old woman so much. In respect to her, he stepped outside of Isabella's room while she dressed, and did not come back in till he heard her voice.
"Well how do I look?"She asked. He smiled and bowed as his eye scanned over her in the light of the setting sun.
"You are beautiful." He said straightening up, and offering her his arm.
"Would you like to accompany me to dinner?"
~ Not everything ends in happily ever after~