Descendants Fanfiction – The Lost Princess

Prologue

Belle P.O.V.

17 years ago, a baby girl was born to Queen Belle and King Adam of the United States of Auradon. Her name was Bethany. She was a beautiful baby girl. Bethany had a special birthmark on her left wrist. It was a heart with a tiny crown on top. King Adam and Queen Belle were extremely happy with their new child.

"Isn't she just precious, Adam?" Belle asked her husband as they stood over their sleeping baby. Belle placed her head on Adam's chest and he put his arm around her.

"She's beautiful. Just like her mother," Adam kissed the top of his wife's head. They continued to admire their charming daughter. She looked very delicate as she calmly slept in her wooden crib.

It was now midday, and Beth had just awoken from her nap. She started to cry, hoping to get the attention of one of her parents. Belle, already being in the room, rushed to her daughter's side.

"Hey beautiful. What's wrong?" Belle questioned Beth while she lifted her into the air. The sun streaming through the window framed Beth's tiny body, making her look angelic. Belle placed Beth on her hip as she moved to the wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room. She sat down and cradled the small child. Beth calmed down as she rested in her mother's arms until she stopped crying completely. Belle stared lovingly into the warm chocolaty brown eyes of her daughter. Beth smiled up at her mother, happiness filling her. "I love you so much, Bethany. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you," Belle confessed to her daughter, warm tears of happiness falling down her cheeks.

1 year later, Belle had another child, a handsome baby boy named Benjamin. Bethany just learned how to walk and talk. I have the perfect family. This is the happiest I have ever been. Belle would always think to herself. This particular day, she didn't think she could get any happier. Adam had taken the day off from his King duties in order to spend the day with her and their kids.

"Why don't we head out to the royal gardens for a picnic? It's such a beautiful day," Belle suggested this idea to her husband while she checked on Beth and Ben. Adam walked over to her and wrapped her in a loving hug.

"That sounds wonderful. A whole day outside with my perfect family. Let's do it," Adam responded as Belle turned around to face him. She smiled up at him while she placed her arms around his neck. She leaned up and softly kissed him.

"I love you, Adam," Belle said dreamily while she gazed into his eyes.

"I love you too, Belle," Adam responded while he gazed back into hers.

Outside, Belle was relaxing while sitting on a picnic blanket watching Adam, Beth, and Ben playing in the large field in front of her. Ben was sitting on his father's back as they crawled after Beth. "We're going to get you, Beth!" Adam would call out every few minutes. Giggles could be heard from both Beth and Ben. Large smiles plastered on their faces. How could did this get any better? I don't think it can. Belle was thinking to herself as she drank some lemonade. She got up from her spot on the blanket to join in on the family fun.

They were out for so long, the sun started to set. "We should head back inside, Adam. It's getting dark," Belle informed while she looked in the direction of the setting sun. Beautiful. She packed up the picnic area before carrying the picnic basket and Beth.

"Your right, Belle. Let's head inside," Adam responded as he carried Ben and assisted his wife. Once inside, Adam and Belle put the kids to sleep in their cribs before getting in bed themselves.

"Today was a good day, wasn't it?" Belle asked her husband as she crawled into bed. Adam wrapped his arm around Belle and kissed her softly. She moved closer to her husband.

"Today was the best day," Adam replied. Belle smiled as she drifted off to sleep. The best day. Before she could fully fall asleep she heard the smashing of glass and Beth start to cry. She quietly got up, not wanting to wake her snoring husband. However, she wasn't prepared for what she was about to see.