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Guinevere angrily bit her lip before throwing her mug of ale into the fireplace.
"What did you say?!" she hissed like a rabid tiger. Monsieur Arque's thin lips pulled back into a satisfied smile. Personally, he was enjoying how this woman was working herself into a rather pointless fit.
"Your young ears seem to be failing on you... Perhaps the good mademoiselle needs a doctor?" he croaked condescendingly. Guinevere spun around, her attractive face contorted in vicious fury.
"WATCH YOU'RE TONGUE OLD MAN...OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL..."
"You'll what Miss LeFier? Cast me out of doors? Get one of you're lackeys to kill me? No one to do you're dirty work for you then..." D' Arque rebutted casually.
Guinevere clenched her fists; her well filed red nails digging painfully into her palms, leaving very prominent marks on the flesh.
"GET OUT!" she screamed pointing wildly to the door.
"Your wish is my command." D'Arque shrugged before making his way out of the LeFier household.
"Poisonous witch..." he muttered under his breath before leading his stallion towards the tavern where he now resided.
Back in the LeFier household, Guinevere stormed up to her room, cursing incoherently before flopping; still all to gracefully onto her four post bed.
"Damn him! Damn him! Damn him! DAMN HIM!" she screamed into her pillow before throwing it so violently against a wall it exploded in a burst of feathers. Her mind was simply bewildered over the fact that the Chevalier men have all, one right after the other escaped her clutches.
"First Beau and NOW MAURICE?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" she groaned rubbing her eyelids. According to the old ghoul D'Arque, Maurice had disappeared when D'Arque and his men appeared at the Chevalier household.
"At least now I know he's really crazy..." Guinevere sulked as she watched the white feathers from the exploded pillow swirl downwards. The weather had taken such a turn for the worse that the usual gossipy town had suddenly turned eerily silent with everyone more worried about gathering firewood and feeding their families, leaving Guinevere incredibly bored... and lonely... But that was beside the point... The point was, no one in their right state of mind would be out and about during such harsh conditions... No one except Maurice of course...
"Disappearing in the middle of winter... With a blizzard going on... He's more deranged and stupid than I thought he was..." she mumbled. With a sigh, she pulled her lace blanket over her head... Trying to gain some semblance of comfort...
"No matter... Maurice can't stay out there forever... Once he returns... D'Arque and I will have him... and when we do, Beau will be finally be mine..." she smirked satisfactorily.
With some form of reassurance reestablished in her cunning mind, Guinevere allowed herself a break from scheming and more time for fantasizing... images of Beau in a fine white suit smiling handsomely at her while he waited patiently at the altar. The whole village would be there, the women glaring jealously at her while the men cried pathetically at her feet and SHE the great Guinevere LeFier would stride with grace and poise of an angel down the aisle. Beau will cradle her hand within his own.. They'd be pronounced husband and wife and then... They'd be together forever and forever and ever... Guinevere let out a girlish giggle before wrapping the blanket around herself tighter.
"Beautiful..." she murmured.
However that idyllic scene was shattered when Gaston covered from head to toe in thick snow lumbered heavily into the room.
"GUINEVERE!" he bellowed loudly before tearing the blanket off his sister.
Lazily Guinevere opened her eyes...
"Yes Gaston?" she drawled lazily.
"Something's wrong!"
Guinevere rolled her eyes. Her brother, very much like her was prone to overreacting.
"What's wrong is that you are getting snow all over my carpet..." she said dryly.
"Guinevere, the money I stored for winter rationing... its gone! The whole pouch!"
Guinevere blinked, before waving her hand dismissively.
"Oh brother, you worry too much... I uh... simply borrowed it..."
Gaston's eye went wide with horror...
"YOU WHAT?!" he stuttered, his voice raising in volume.
"Borrowed it..." Guinevere repeated.
"Guinevere... WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Gaston nearly shrieked, ready to tear all his hair out.
Guinevere's eyes narrowed. "Stop being so dramatic Gaston... Like I said, I just borrowed it..."
"Guinevere... That was six months worth of hunting and trading... SIX MONTHS... Where the hell are we going to get enough money to..."
Guinevere laughed though she was starting to regret giving that load of money to D' Arque... "Gaston relax... Trust me, I'll just get Bayard or Marc to give us..."
"Guinevere, we are supposed to provide for OUR village! Not the other way around... What will people possibly think of us? We OWN a tavern for Christ sake..."
Guinevere simply shrugged.
Gaston's eyes twitched with annoyance at Guinevere's blasé behavior. Has his sister just lost her bearings completely...
"Stupid brat must have spent it on frivolous things like dresses... Perfumes and God knows what else..." Gaston thought in exasperation completely unaware of his sister's sinister plans.
"Gaston darling if you're going to just stand and stare at me, you might as well clean up this horrible mess you're leaving on my carpet..." came his sister's cold sneer. Clenching his fists as a weak attempt to stop himself from giving his sister a good shaking, Gaston sighed.
"I want my money back..." he growled.
"I can't do that..." Guinevere said simply rolling her eyes.
"Yes. Yes you will or I swear to God I'll sell every single one of you're dresses to get back that money..." Gaston growled.
Guinevere's ice blue eyes went wide before she threw herself out of bed and grabbed Gaston by the collar.
"You wouldn't... You wouldn't dare..." she hissed her sharp nails digging deeply into Gaston's neck.
"Try me..." Gaston said fiercely before stumbling backwards from the impact of Guinevere's vicious slap. Brother and sister glared at each other for a full minute before Gaston spat on the ground...
"You know what... The more I think about it...The night you and father quarreled..."
Guinevere froze... "Gaston don't..."
" You drove him out with your ravings... Your stupid spending sprees nearly drove our father into madness..."
"Gaston stop!"
"I think father got drunk on purpose..."
"Gaston..."
"Drove his cart to get far away from you..."
"Please...
"Only to have it go over a cliff..." Gaston finally concluded, bitterness in his eyes as he watched his previously brazen sister sink to her knees.
Finally after five minutes of uncomfortable silence, Gaston sighed and made his way to the door.
"To think that you were always his favorite child... I thought you would change after his death... But no... You don't love or care for anyone but yourself..." Gaston said softly before slamming the door shut.
Guinevere grabbed her hair while her brother's words stung her like a whip. He was wrong about her... She loved her father... She loved him more than anything in the world... She didn't mean to...
"He loved me... He loved me when our mother didn't she never did... She loved you... She loved you Gaston... Not me... She never loved me or our father...Not our father...I loved him Gaston... I loved him... I LOVED OUR FATHER!" she screamed and in an act of madness she grabbed her hairbrush and hurled it with strength beyond her years at the door from where Gaston exited. Tears flowing down her face as the brush rebounded off the door only to shatter the mirror before her. Looking at her disheveled appearance. Guinevere wrapped her arms around herself, and bringing her knees to her chest, Guinevere proceeded to curl within herself...
"I didn't kill him..."
Well wasn't that dark... You're all glaring at me now... Yes yes its not a Beau and Angela chapter but c'mon... An author runs out of romantic scenarios... Besides I've never really explored what made Guinevere so nasty in the first place and Gaston I've left out for quite a bit now... I've pretty much written Guinevere as a foppish villain with not much backstory like the movie's Gaston... I didn't like that... No one is that evil for no reason... I think Guinevere just never got Mommy's love and attention as a child so she now she needs the attention of fifty to feel satisfied. She wants Beau so much because he is so unachievable to her and also probably because he doesn't see her as a desirably dominatrix but as a woman... Her father was the probably the last man apart from Gaston to do this... Its called the Electra complex... Gaston... The poor guy is just being crushed under all the pressure of filling his father's shoes... He wants to make his father proud by being a good protector of the village but finds it impossible with someone like Guinevere who just takes his money for her own selfish deeds. If I wasn't clear enough, the money Gaston was referring to was the pouch Guinevere used to pay D'Arque... Anyway , I promise the next chapter is about Beau and Angela and it will be out by my tmr night (different time zone) if you guys can help me get my reviews to reach a 100... Please? Thanks and enjoy
