Belle opens her mouth as if she is about to say something but an unfortunate idea pops into her mind. She wasn't important enough to mention. Her Rumpel claims her as his true love, and she saw him as her true love. He spent twenty eight years without her in Storybrooke.
This version of Gold knew she was dead. "I haven't the faintest idea." She answers, a small tinge of contempt visible in her eyes before she dismisses the thought of them never being as close as they had gotten in the Enchanted Forest.
"It is strange he wouldn't say anything at all. I exchanged my servitude for the safety of my village." She tilts her head to the side. "We fell in love in that castle of his." She purses her lips. "And, in his pawnshop, he should have a chipped teacup. That was ours."
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This version of Gold knew she was dead. "I haven't the faintest idea." She answers, a small tinge of contempt visible in her eyes before she dismisses the thought of them never being as close as they had gotten in the Enchanted Forest.
"It is strange he wouldn't say anything at all. I exchanged my servitude for the safety of my village." She tilts her head to the side. "We fell in love in that castle of his." She purses her lips. "And, in his pawnshop, he should have a chipped teacup. That was ours."