Hello my lovelies... Thank you for all the great reviews (jorholic73, TheIronMask, a guest and Iamthebookthief) your comments make my life so much happier, also thank you Shopaholic-Pixxie for following, I appreciate it. Due to all the reviews I got, I wanted to post this yesterday but... Lets just say a lot of planning was needed for this chapter... A LOT OF PLANNING... I NEVER SPENT SO MUCH TIME WRITING... EVER... (See below for more info) Oh yes, I advise you play the song Gaston during this chapter just in case...
Beau glared at the door for a full minute before throwing himself onto his bed in frustration. At first, he felt the urge to burst out of his room and make a quick escape out of the castle. However, after much consideration, his confidence deflated and he simmered down. Making a run for it would have been fairly risky and not to mention stupid... The unfamiliar castle was a maze of corridors and stairways. Beau knew he'd be caught in a matter of minutes and he hated to think what the beast would try to do to him if she did indeed catch him.
Beau shuddered at the memory of the beast. She was nothing like he had ever seen before... Terrifying with her gleaming fangs and those horrible sharp claws... and to think he had to share dinner with her...
"Ughh..." Beau groaned before sadly peering out of the window, out into the gloom. It had begun to snow, the first really heavy snow of the winter...
Back in the tavern, Guinevere sat at her usual seat, or more accurately throne... Bawling her eyes out while the men in tavern, to their immense pleasure, did all in their power to please her. They swooned at her every command, waited on her hand and foot, dying for her to call their names and let them sweep her off her feet. Unfortunately for them, Guinevere was too caught up over Beau's refusal of her to care...
"OH... I can't bear it! I've been dismissed, rejected, PUBLICLY HUMILIATED! I don't know you all lovelies can bear to look at me..."Guinevere wailed sobbing dramatically, her perfectly shaped arm laid over her face.
Immediately, the young man next to her, Marc or Marcus, Guinevere couldn't recall puffed out his chest aggressively.
"That criminal will pay for what he did to you my turtle dove... LETS GO BRING BEAU'S HEAD BACK ON A PIKE!" he yelled, his fist thrust confidently into the air. There were loud cheers of agreement and just like that, other young men sprung out of their seats and made a beeline for the door, presumably to commit bloody murder for their beloved Guinevere.
"Boys, boys, boys..." Guinevere called out fondly and like a herd of naïve sheep, the young men immediately returned to their seats, overjoyed that their goddess had acknowledged them...
"Marcus... Darling... You're such a sweetie..." Guinevere cooed, her face just mere centimeters from the flabbergasted admirer...
"Its Marc actually..." he chocked, a nervous smile plastered on his face.
"Mmm..." she grunted before pushing him away. She appreciated the gesture but she didn't want Beau dead... In fact, this whole affair wasn't about Beau, it was about her and Guinevere's thirst for admiration was a bottomless pit.
With a grand sweep of her gown, the raven head stood up and faced everyone with a pained face.
"I know you all are trying to make me feel better..." she pouted at the swooning men, "but what's the point? We all know what Beau did... But can we blame him? He's simply stating the truth. I am ugly... I am hideous... That's why he didn't want me..." Guinevere lied through her teeth. There were gasps of outright horror, not just from her admirers but the entire tavern.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Guinevere's blood red lips...
"Oh these stupid fools..." she thought spitefully. "Like I could ever be ugly or hideous..."
She continued eagerly, her hands clasped together, her eyes to the sky, her movements emphasized by great sweeping motions as if reciting some tragic monologue from Sophocles himself.
"Please, I beg of you... Leave me be... for I am hurt... Spare me your pity for I just can't bring myself to look at any of you. It's more than I can bear! For I am... I am..." her voice cracked, wrenching the hearts of her loyal followers.
"I AM A DISGRACE..." she announced finally before collapsing all to gracefully into her throne.
There were immediate shouts of protest and a whole battalion of men flung themselves at her feet.
"YOU? NEVER!" they cried in unison.
A supposed sob escaped from Guinevere, and she turned around, unwilling to face them. The men gathered together, doing all in their power to perk up their precious angel.
"Guinevere dear, please don't look so glum."
"Or look so down in the dumps!"
Guinevere wailed.
"Every guy here'd love to be with you hon, even when taking your lumps!
Guinevere snorted, well that was crude...
"There's no girl in town as admired as you!"
"You're so perfect in every way!"
"Everyone's awed and inspired by you! And it's not very hard to see why..."
Guinevere turned around, interested to see what compliments the men had for her this time...
"No one can sing just like her!"
"Dances like Guinevere!"
"No one's hips can ever compare to Guinevere's!"
"For there's no gal in town half as pretty! Perfect, a pure paragon!"
"You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley... And they'll tell you which girl is the best of them all!"
"No one's a win like Guinevere!"
"Can ever imprint like Guinevere!"
"No one has a chin just like Guinevere's!
Guinevere smiled. Seeing no harm in including herself, she joined in
"As a specimen yes, I'm so captivating!"
"My, such a gem, Guinevere!"
Pretty soon, everyone was raising his or her flasks in Guinevere's honor.
"Give five hurrahs! Give twelve hip-hips!"
"Guinevere's the best and the rest are all drips!"
"No one is as light as our dear!"
"Can make our frowns disappear!"
"In a pageant here, no one will dare to top Guinevere!"
"For there is no one as curvy and saucy..."
Guinevere smirked. "As you see I've got sass left to spare..."
"Not a bit of her is scraggly or lanky!"
Guinevere shrugged. "That's right! And don't you forget about my lovely long hair!"
The whole tavern was at jubilation at this point with Guinevere arrogantly basking in all her praises.
"No one bids just like her!"
"Matches wit against her!"
"In any match, no one can even compete with Guinevere!"
Guinevere laughed. "I'm especially good at expectorating!"
"My, what a gal, Guinevere..."
Feeling the need to boast, Guinevere gestured at her lovely complexion.
"When I was a lass I bathed four times in milk, to prevent any blemish or spots!"
There were gasps of amazement.
"And now that I'm grown I bathe five times in milk! So now my skin is just simply off the charts!"
"No one executes just like her!"
"End our disputes Guinevere!"
"We're all in a line for your hand Guinevere!"
Guinevere choose to ignore the last comment. She had no intention of marrying ANY of these dimwitted country bumpkins and instead sat at her thrown.
"I must have antlers for interior decorating!"
"MY WHAT A GAL... GUINEVERE!"
Yeah... The name Guinevere wasn't exactly easy to put in a song due to it having 3 syllables instead of 2 like Gaston... I had a lot of drafts for this chapter because I really liked the song in the movie so I wanted mine to do it justice. Also, I think our lovely villain needs a chapter for herself because honestly she's great fun to write... Loved the song, Hate the song. Love the new villain? Hate her? Let me know because I'm dying to know you're thoughts so pls review? PLS? PLS? PLS? :) Your comments let me know if my effort was worth it :)
