Despite eating dinner with him on a daily basis now... Angela could only barely hide her amazement as Beau tucked into a meal fit for an army...

"Where do you put it all?" she asked curiously as she eyed his athletic physique. Beau shrugged before taking a swig from his goblet.

"I don't know actually... My mother used to say I had a stomach like a bottomless pit... She had to travel back and fro from our home to the villages' market on a DAILY basis to get enough food for my father and I..."

"Smart of her too..." Angela muttered...

"What was that?"

"Nothing..."

Beau shrugged before releasing a very loud, very ungentlemanly belch.

Angela raised an eyebrow at Beau's lack of manners.

"Disgusting..." she sneered while Beau just smiled

"Its what men do..." he said simply.

Angela rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you're a real charmer with the ladies..." she said sarcastically before she could stop herself. Her dread growing slowly as Beau gave her a smirk.

"I was actually... With Guinevere anyway..."

Angela chocked violently on her piece of meat.

"Are you alright?" Beau asked in concerned surprise as he suddenly noticed Angela coughing up a storm...

"Fine... Just fine..." Angela gagged as she struggled to calm herself.

"So... Who is this Guinevere..." she asked with obvious difficultly.

"Oh... Just the sister of an old friend of mine... She used to bully me when we were children..."

"And now?"

Beau chuckled.

" Now? Now she has this bizarre obsession of chasing me around town day and night..."

"I wonder why..." Angela smiled uneasily while her stomach turned summersaults...

Beau didn't notice this and of course continued with his story...

"I have no clue... A girl as beautiful as her chasing a farm boy like me... Its ridiculous... She even asked me to marry her once... A vision like her... asking me to marry her...Can you believe it?"

"Oh the nerve..." Angela replied with biting truthfulness... She didn't care to listen to anymore of Beau's story. No... She was too busy fuming over how Beau seemed to never stop complimenting this Guinevere woman... Compliments he would never give her... Compliments he could never give her...

"And why would he? Look at yourself... " She thought sadly, clenching her clawed paws while she watched a happy Beau stuff himself with more food...

That night, up in the west wing, the more Angela tried to push out the thought of Beau possibly being in love with other woman, the more it returned to haunt her... Depriving her of peaceful sleep... Angela groaned and rolled over before angrily throwing the covers off... The ragged fabric irritating her fur...

"What is wrong with you? Did you think that someone as handsome as him wouldn't have courters? You'll never be able to compare to her... Whoever she is..." Angela thought in exasperation as she curled into a tight ball of quivering fur... While this position usually brought her comfort, it only seemed to make her edgier this time... With a huff, she sat up and stretched...

"Stupid harlot..." Angela growled before blinking at her sudden aggressiveness...

"Not that I care of course... She can't have him... He's my prisoner..." she declared to herself haughtily in a half baked attempt to reassure herself... That momentary satisfaction lasted less than a minute before Angela deflated again... Rubbing her temples, she sighed deeply... It wasn't right to just declare someone as "hers"... Especially Beau... No... It was wrong to call him her property... He wasn't... He was so much more than that.. He had treated her with respect, kindness and compassion despite her many... Her many, many flaws... She could at least do the same... He was her friend... Her only friend... Maybe she considered him to be more than just a friend...

"More than just a friend... What are you thinking? That you fancy him?" Angela mocked herself... It was ridiculous... She was acting like an airheaded tart...

However, she couldn't deny the possessiveness she suddenly had over Beau... It was scaring her... The very idea was laughable and unbelievable... That she... No... He couldn't even hide his fear of her at times when she tried to smile or reach out to him...

"Then again come to think of it... He doesn't shudder when he touches me anymore..." Angela said happily before groaning at her train of jumbled thoughts... She'd never thought it would happen but she might... MIGHT... Might have to consider the possibility that she harbored some remote feeling or even emotion that strongly... no... Undeniably resembled...

"No... I can't love him..." she thought sadly as she ran her fingers over her fur... She wanted to... But... He didn't deserve a wretch like her... He really didn't... Such a gem like him deserved so much better... So much better...

"You can try to be better..." a small childish voice nagged at the back of her mind... Angela scoffed... How could she better herself?

"You can start with being a proper lady..."

Angela rolled her eyes...

"I am a beast... A monster to be feared..." she growled softly.

"You don't have to act like one..."

"But I am one..." she admitted helplessly...

"You can still act like a lady..."

"Like who... this Guinevere woman that Beau talks about so much? It'll never work..." she concluded but then the aggravating thought of being inferior in Beau's eyes compared to this Guinevere woman angered her... She was jealous... Very jealous... Very very jealous...

Angela shot out of her bed... Convincing herself that she was doing this for herself and not for Beau...

"I'll show him... I'll show him..." she whispered.

Bursting into her room with the fiery determination of a general headed out to war, Angela glared at a cowering Babette...

"Is it done?" she asked firmly.

The poor feather duster nodded feverishly while the other servants exchanged nervous glances... The mistress had been acting rather strange ever since her dinner with Beau... She had burst into their quarters at a rather unholy hour with some... peculiar... Requests...

Angela took a quick glance around the room and at her servants... As usual, they had done a rather remarkable job of meeting her rather unreasonable demands... Her gaze softened and she held open the doors.

"Thank you all for your help... I'm sorry to have called upon you on such a late hour... You are all dismissed..." she said in a tone that could have been best described as gentle... Dumbfounded, the servants filed out one by one, mumbling in disbelief... Did their mistress finally develop a sense of appreciation over the past month... Because judging from her behavior she... No... it was too good to be true...Right? Babette shook her head ruefully, still trying to get used to her mistress's change in behavior... Not that these changes were bad mind you... they just needed time to get used to...

Angela shut the door gently as the last of the servants filed out... Taking a deep breath, she approached her new vanity, completed with a new mirror, hairbrush, accessories and also... and also a bedside wardrobe filled with new clothes...

"Oh the horror..." Angela thought sarcastically before carefully sitting on the new stool... Praying that it wouldn't collapse due to her weight... It didn't... With a relieved sigh, Angela did her best to avoid the mirror as she reached for the hairbrush... her paws shaking a little at the unfamiliar feeling of trying to utilize something instead of destroying it. With some forced determination, she brought the brush to her tangled mane wincing as the bristles lodged against her matted locks. Panic started to well up in her stomach as the brush stubbornly refused to budge...

"Ok... Ok... Ok... Calm down... You could do this when you were ten... You can still do it now..." Angela grumbled under her breath before trying again... as she added more force... Nothing happened... With a low growl, she applied even more force until there was a loud "Snap!" and Angela found herself staring at the handle of a broken hairbrush...

"Perfect! Wonderful! Terrific! What was I thinking? I must have been... AGGHH!" she groaned before violently raising her arms, ready to fling that infuriating piece of ivory into oblivion... But before she could do so... something stopped her... She didn't know what but... It just suddenly dawned on her how unbelievably childish she was behaving... That she'd just upset the hard work of the servants... That she was proving Beau's point after all... For once, the impulsive Angela brushed aside her anger and actually reasoned with herself... With a sigh, she lowered her arms and GENTLY placed the handle back to its original position...

"Alright... Pull yourself together... This is just a minor setback..." Angela reassured herself before gathering her long hair and removing the top of the brush from the tangled mess...

"Again..." she instructed herself and slowly, she steeled herself to the gruelling task, pulling gently at the tangles, the matted mass of fur and split ends smiling more and more as her the matted mane started to resemble more and more the envied locks of her childhood... It was a few hours before her mane was ridden of all the horrific knots and tangles and god knows what else... It now lay as a shinning, wavy mass around her shoulders and back. Proud of herself, she looked up so eagerly she unintentionally came face to face with her reflection...

Angela frowned slightly, her lip curling at the monstrosity before her... Was she just fooling herself here... Did she really think acting prim and proper would make her any less terrifying... More human...

"Like hell it will..." she snarled, immensely loathing the face that was glaring back at her... It was hideous... She was hideous... However... Studying the reflection, she slowly, out of mixture of curiosity and sadness, closed her eyes... lifted her paw and covered her snout leaving only the upper portion of her face and hair visible... With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise. With her snout covered and only her eyes showing... She looked... Well she wouldn't say human but... she could almost see her old self in that stupid mirror gazing hopefully back at her... Almost...

Angela smiled somewhat contentedly... A tiny fragment of her shattered self esteem returning... "I'll show him... I'll show him..."

Oh my God a chapter you scream... Yes I'm sorry dear readers but the past few weeks were all exam weeks for me so I had to stop for awhile... I'll try to update more frequently this week to compensate ok? Anyway thank you Antonio, Deathangel,Rebelchickie, Iamthebookthief, TheIronMask and jorholic73 for reviewing :) You guys are amazing oh and thank u JAGartist for following. Your support is very encouraging :) Anyway this chapter is an Angela character study... She's starting to fall for Beau... Starting but still somewhat unwilling to admit it because of what she sees herself as... and also because she has no knowledge on how to love someone correctly... Also loving people never really worked out for her (her parents... hint hint) So I had problems of thinking about how to kickstart some chemistry and I thought of why not have Beau bring up Guinevere by accident and Angela getting jealous? Don't get me wrong... Beau thinks Guinevere is pretty but it doesn't mean he likes her... Angela just thinks so because of her confusion towards her new feelings for Beau... Its just like how you see your first crush talking to someone else and not you and you get jealous... Thats how she's feeling... Inferior... So she's trying her best to impress Beau by deciding to become a proper, noble lady (like how she tries to be a perfect princess to her parents as a child hint hint) Something Guinevere can't be because Guinevere is just a village girl... Oh yeah, tart means slut or bimbo in case any of you were wondering... So what do you think? Is she vulnerable enough in this chapter? Can you see her falling in love? Is she relatable? I'm actually curious do you readers actually like her as a character? Pls review and let me know because I'm very curious to know about what you guys think about this character...