Garon glared at her and spat at the floor. "Do your worst witch for I will never bow to you as I am. You have taken everything from me, but even so, I will be changed knowing that I would not bow."
Belle glowered at him, "Unfortunate. I was hoping to have a king, but so be it. I think I have enough pets however, I need a trustworthy servant to tend to me." So saying she snapped her fingers.
Garon fell to his knees clutching his head and as he did the skin on his body began to darken to a sickly green, his hair fell out, leaving him bald as his ears came to points. His front teeth pushed out into tusks, while his nose and mouth pushed out a bit to more of a piglike muzzle. He blinked and as he did his eyes turned red, his body diminishing down to that of a lanky teenager as his feet thickened and longer nails grew. A new and simpler outfit replaced his own as he bowed his head, now just an orcish servant.
"Your willing servant, Garon, my queen." He said.
Belle grinned, having transformed the entire royal family she was now sole ruler of the kingdom...