Authors Note: Hello again! I want to thank all of my readers, of course, and especially my reviewers. Please take the time out to tell me what you think~ And I hope you like this chapter! Like always, there will be my thoughts about the chapter on the bottom.

I don't own Harvest Moon or any of the characters presented.

It's cloudy again today... Please, please hurry.. You two can save us, your love can heal, but it's also dangerous. Why can't you see? You're not meant for this. Please, become un-blinded soon.

Chase woke up with the sunrise then next morning, the memories of his thoughts from last night still reined heavy on his mind. He sat up from his location, which was different from where he fell asleep. Confused he racked the chambers of his subconscious to remember his actions. And when he did, he sighed...

Chase could feel his eyelids become heavy, feeling finally secure before he fell asleep. He felt safe, he knew she wasn't the type of woman to come onto him, that feeling left him calm. He was glad she was different. Those women were only there in his time of despair and taking his anger out on them in a purely sexual way, they understood their relationship with him and never asked for more, whereas Angela didn't see him as a star, she didn't see him as a Casanova, she kept what she did see about him to herself and he liked that. Of course, he only knew her for a mere moment in time, but he was glad that there were still people like her out there.

Just as he was about to fall into slumber, he thought once more on Angela's question. He allowed himself to ponder 'Why?'. Why did he allow himself to deal with the 'blessings' of Gill? Of course, to him that answer had been the simple "He is my best friend." But, it was more than that. Often people asked why he lived there, or where his parents were, and every time it was asked, he turned a heel to that person, similar to how he had done to Angela. He had to be cold to protect his secrets. People needed to know their place... At least.. Most people.

He didn't want to allow himself to think about how his parents died, but Gill and his father took him in immediately giving him a safe place to grow.

The brown-headed young man sat up as he heard Angela stir from where she lay. She started to murmur, and all of a sudden, she let out a blood-curdling scream. Standing up, he rushed to her side and tried to wake her. "Angela?" He gently called, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. He looked to her face, and noticed she was still asleep. She moved her hands and placed them on his left hand, and showed a comforting face. Chase looked around and was glad that the room was sound-proof. He didn't want anyone to think that he had been having his way with her... She was too innocent for his tastes to do that sort of thing to Angela anyway.

'She must have been having a nightmare.' He thought with a relieving sigh and turned to go back to his couch. Her hands clasped tightly around his and she whimpered lowly as if the nightmare was still going on, her legs kicked slightly.

Chase sighed and knelt down beside the bed. "Angela." He called softly. "This is a little ridiculous... Angela..?" He called again. She was still whimpering, but it was dying down, her hand, though, was still holding tightly to his.

He sat there for a moment, deciding on what to do. After a few minutes, he decided to speak. "I'm sorry.." He said. He was sorry that such a nice girl was in this situation, he was sorry that her and Gill butted heads. But what he wasn't sorry for, was meeting her. She needed to grow, and he felt like this experience could do that for her. "Angela, let's be friends so I can protect you better." He stated and drifted off into another realm that was often referred to as a dream.

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Gill couldn't sleep. 'That little monkey.' He thought of all the things he was going to do to that girl and chuckled to himself. Although what Angela had done to him wasn't too terrible, nobody had ever acted that way towards him. Most people hardly even spoke when he called them in to 'taste' their food. He had to admit, he was in a pretty awful mood these past few weeks and he was taking it out on the villagers, but who did she think she was?

His father hadn't been around in months, going from country to country, announcing his peace agreements. And when he left, they had a pretty hefty argument. Gill punched a wall just thinking about it. 'The way that girl acted isn't making my mood any better. Why can't she be like everyone else?!' He recalled the bit where she said that he wouldn't have the support of the people, just like his father had been saying to him. His knuckles pulsed...

Gill stood up and began to walk. Before he could think about where he was going he walked to his room where Angela and Chase were staying. 'I'll just make sure she's still in there...' He thought and turned the doorknob, thus opening the door.

He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing! Chase and that poor-girl holding hands, sleeping next to each other. She was the enemy and should be treated as such. 'She is going to have a rude awakening tomorrow..' He shut the door and headed for bed.

Chase looked to Angela who began to stir awake, he couldn't believe the tight grasp she had on his hand the entire night. When she opened her eyes, he only smiled at her bashful, wide-eyed expression. "GAH!" She screamed. "Chase!"

He laughed. "Can you let go of my hand now? You had a death grip on it all night." She let go.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She yelled to him and he shook his head.

"If you can tell me one thing, I'll forgive you." He stood up and smiled again.

"... A-are you sure you'll forgive me...?" She asked, recalling last night with Gill.

"Yes."

"Okay, then... What is your question?" She tilted her head to one side and asked.

"What were you dreaming about last night...?" He asked sincerely, he had a serious tone in his voice.

"Oh..." She squirmed a bit, unsure if she should tell him, then decided she probably should. "Ah, I had a dream that my parents lost their restaurant and when trying to get it back from Gill, he ordered them to go to jail. And forced me to be his maid for the rest of my life."

Chase sat there for a moment, then laughed. "That's all?" He asked through breaths.

She nodded. "Well, that is no reason to let out a blood-curdling scream." He said and patted her arm, standing. She looked confused, but only shook her head. 'That's why he was beside the bed.

"You shouldn't make people worry unnecessarily worry about you." He stated, his eyes stared off into the distance. 'We're getting too close for comfort.' He sighed. "Hurry and get dressed. When you're done, you must report across the hall to Gill. I guess I'll see you later." And with that, Chase stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. 'Gill wouldn't like it if he thought we were getting too close.' He thought sadly. Even though he told her he wanted to be friends last night, he knew that wasn't reasonable. Great as a girl she was, they needed to stay in their respective worlds.

When Chase left, Angela jumped out of bed and grabbed her new outfit off of the wall. 'Outfit, I know you cost more than my life but I promise to take care of you for the rest of my days here!' She thought happily and slipped off her nightgown. The dress was in every way, delicate... From the lacing around its neck and trim, to the thread chosen and even the apron at the waist. Even though it was a little degrading, she felt like a princess in it. She had never owned a more dazzling piece. Slowly she pulled the black tights on to cover what was a little too revealing for her liking and placed on the cotton crown in her hair.

She admired herself in the mirror. She wasn't the prettiest girl, but in this outfit, she felt like she could reach the stars. Even though she was only a maid.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" She called, wondering who it was. Chase had just left and she knew Gill wouldn't have been so polite as to let her know he was on his way in.

To her surprise, Toby opened the door. "Oh, hi Toby." She called to him.

As he walked over, he couldn't help but notice how she looked. She looked beautiful. It was a surprise though, he overlooked Luna the head seamstress's every single stitch on that outfit, told her what to put and where. He did so because he felt it wasn't fair, and he didn't want to see her here for as long as he was. "You look nice." He stated calmly, even though she made his blood boil in it. He only hoped his face didn't look as flushed as it felt.

"Oh, thank you..." She bowed, nervously. "I didn't know maids could look this nice, especially not a commoner like me." She smiled.

"Are you ready to go see Gill now?" She shook her head no, but walked forward anyway. Might as well face her demons head on.

She didn't know why she hated him so much, but how could he just leave her family all alone like that... Even though it's only been a day, she missed them so much.

Toby laughed a little and walked with her. "He asked me to escort you here. Of course he said it's because he doesn't want you stealing anything... I wonder what the chip on his shoulder is about today...?" He asked to no one in particular.

"Stealing anything? Ha!" She scoffed. 'I'm no thief.'

They walked swiftly across the hall to their destination, this room didn't have french doors like their last, but it was still finely crafted. Toby opened the door. "Master," He bowed. "Miss Angela is ready now."

He backed off suddenly and turned. "I guess you're on your own from here on out. Good luck." He walked past her. 'I guess we're past the stage of bowing to one another.' She thought and walked through the door a little intimidated.

Upon going through the doors, she immediately saw the prince. He opened his mouth to talk but was taken aback at how beautiful she looked in her hand-made outfit. The only thing he could do was smirk, that and carefully check his mouth to make sure there wasn't any drool.

"You're late." He said. She looked at the clock on the wall.

"I'm five to eight! Not late."

"Don't you know you're supposed to arrive fifteen minutes early to your job?" He asked calmly.

Doh', she felt stupid. What else could go wrong?

"I was also going to go easy on you, but I've changed my mind." He recalled last nights image and clenched his teeth. His friends, especially his best friend, shouldn't be hanging around his hired help. She needed to feel helpless, and Chase buddying her up wasn't helping in his quest.

She huffed at him and crossed her arms. "Just tell me what I need to do, Master." She said sarcastically.

"Since you're my personal maid, and not just a regular maid, you don't need to do what they all do. So, on that note, you can start by rubbing my feet." He said, seriously.

I'm trying to keep a lightness to her, I mean obviously it's getting to her, but she is trying to look on the brightside. I know I promised some more Toby action, so I'm sorry there isn't much of it in this chapter because I tried to make it more about Chase's and Angela's connection. Next chapter will have a lot of Gill in it. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot of OMG moments. I truly hope you'll stay tuned and continue reading and following this story!

Oh, and, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Hamilton will be TERRIBLY OOC for a majority of the story, at least to Gill and Angela.

-Unwritten.