The man continued to look at them suspiciously. Lucas answered the man, "Yes, we are married. She is my wife," he claimed by putting his hand around Belle's waist and pulling her close to him.
Belle blushed hearing this. Though it was not true, the thought itself had a certain ring to it and she remembered the time when Lucas had spoken about the idea of him marrying her, speaking about the gown that would need to be made.
"Where is the proof?" asked the man. He was a human who appeared to be in his early fifties.
"Proof?" asked Belle.
The innkeeper nodded his head, "Right, proof. I need to know you both are married to each other. Just last week a woman ran away with this man, claiming that they were married and then I find out that the woman is married to someone else," he shook his head in thought.
