Belle had never found the sound of her name so exhilerating. She looked into his eyes and found him staring back. Hundreds of thoughts filled her head. She was a princess and he a mere servant. She couldn't kiss him...especially since they weren't married. She couldn't, she just couldn't. Her thoughts were immediately silenced as his lips met hers. She knew it was wrong but couldn't seem to pull away. Shawn was shocked at his boldness but he couldn't help it. She was so beautiful. The kiss seemed to last for hours, neither wanting to pull away. Time appeared to have stopped and the two were completely enthralled in each other. Then Shawn heard the slight rustle of leaves and a faint groan. The two jumped apart as Philip came back to consciousness. Shawn walked over to his master while Belle went back to Fancy. She was terribly confused. She knew that nothing could happen between them but she also knew that this was the man she loved.

"Are you okay, M'Lord?" Shawn asked as Philip slowly opened his eyes.

Philip was entirely too cocky to stay down long and he sat up. "I'm fine. Shall we return to the castle now?" Shawn attempted to help him remount but Philip shook him off. "I told you I was fine."

"Yes, M'Lord." Shawn said walking over to help Belle. He was unable to meet her gaze and quickly helped her up saying only two words. "I'm sorry."

Belle looked to him as he walked towards his horse. What did he mean by he was sorry? Was he sorry becuase he didn't want to kiss her or because he had compromised her honor. The kiss had been amazing and although she knew it was wrong she was glad it had happened and hoped he didn't regret it. The ride back seemed long and was done in mostly silence. Philip didn't seem to notice however, which was good for all concerned. And for once he wasn't talking about himself. At the stables they all dismounted and Shawn took the horses inside.

Philip turned to Belle. "I had a marvelous time, Princess. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"That would be lovely." Belle smiled and Philip held out his arm to escort her inside. "Actually," She said, "I'd like to stay and get to know Fancy a bit better." Philip looked obviously disappointed but Belle walked into the stable. "Shawn?" She saw him grooming Fancy.

Shawn looked up. He truly didn't know how to react to the Princess now. He shouldn't have kissed her, no matter how attracted to her he was. Nothing could come of it. But he loved her, he knew that. "Princess." He said, trying to keep his voice from showing his emotion.

"Please call me Belle."

"I can't. It's not my place. I am a servant, a peasant, a member of the third class. You are a princess and I must address you as such. To do anything else would be out of place." Shawn stared hard at the area he was brushing, he knew if he looked at her it would all be over. He couldn't help himself when he saw those sparkling blue eyes.

"Shawn, I don't think of you that way. Yes, you are a servant, but you are also a human being. That's all that matters to me. Shawn, look at me." He continued his work. She walked up right beside him. "As Princess of France I order you to look at me!" He had no choice. He looked up at her. "Shawn, I-" She was cut-off as he pulled her close and kissed her once more. This time there was no one to stop them. He ran his hands along her back and up to her luxurious blonde hair. She, meanwhile, was appreciating his muscular build. Neither seemed to be able to get their hands everywhere they wanted fast enough and both desired to get even closer. As their tongues danced a passionate tango neither wanted to consider the fact that they couldn't be together. Suddenly, a hard bump knocked Belle out of Shawn's embrace. Fancy had decided she wanted more attention. Belle just stared at Shawn, trying her best to catch her breath, but the combonation of her corset and his amazing kiss made it almost impossible.

"So what do we do know?" Shawn asked as he went back to grooming Fancy.

"I don't know."