Belle stretched as she awoke to the sound of birds calling. She had long since learned to rise at dawn or face Rumplestiltskin's playful wrath, which usually resulted in embarrassing situations and absurd amounts of pleading. She got out of bed and padded to her closet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She gasped as she looked into the closet. None of her clothes were there. Every last one of them gone, leaving a panel of clean oak. Belle just stared for a moment, then began fairly growling with anger. Rumple-bloody-stiltskin, she thought. Belle searched in vain for something, anything to cover her flimsy nightdress. It was either the bedsheets or the curtains. Well, I never did like curtains, she thought as she pulled the fabric down and wrapped it around herself. Belle stomped out of her room, down the stairs, and to the dining room where she found Rumplestiltskin sitting his chair, feet on the table and a mug of tea in his hand. He grinned up at her,

"My my, I feel a little overdressed for breakfast." He said, grin spreading as he watched her face flush further.

"Rumplestiltskin, if you don't return my clothes, I swear—"

"You'll what, dearie? Run away? Not in those curtains." He said, letting his gaze meander over her. The curtains were thicker than her nightgown, but not by that much. Belle practically growled and stamped her foot,

"Give me back my clothes, Rumplestiltskin!" she shouted. At that, Rumplestiltskin flat-out laughed at her childish behavior.

"Now girlie, surely you understand why I did this?"

"What, are you so childish to seek revenge for a simple pinch?" she asked. Rumplestiltskin stood,

"No. I seek proof that you do indeed wear something green." He said. Belle sighed and lifted the hem of her nightgown to reveal second-largest toe, wearing a tiny gold ring set with an emerald. She let the hem fall back and she huffed,

"Happy? Now give me my clothes back." Rumplestiltskin snapped his fingers and said,

"They're in your closet." Belle nodded and stormed back up to her room to dress. When she arrived, she found a small package on her desk. Lifting the lid, she found a gold crown with an emerald in the middle. The note read:

A tiara for the spoiled princess.

Belle didn't need to ask who it was from as she grinned and set it on the top shelf of her now-full closet.