I write when I'm bored don't judge me
(sorta POV)
As you lean against the cold marble pillar and observe the ballroom, the many colors like pinks,purples,blues, and reds.You even spot the King and his son,the prince and your fiance. A young man stood in front of you, your eyes meeting his icy blue ones.
"I see your enjoying yourself."
his voice oddly familiar,Momentarily interrupting your thought.
"Hardly" You reply
he outstretched his gloved hand and asked.
"Then will you dance with me then? We both have nothing to do anyways."
You look up at him with a perplexed look. You don't know this man this is the first time you've ever seen him. you open your mouth to decline the offer, but not before you allow yourself to place your hand into his.
You find yourself whipped into the middle of the ball room, swaying to the music. he moves and spins you around the room.
Encasing your hand with his, his hand pulling on your waist making your bodies close together. He whispered to himself.
"How pitiful." As he dipped suddenly you almost stubble and fall. (Sorry, tried to keep it serious but, The imagery in my head with this line is so bad it's kinda funny.)
"I never expected to Be dancing with a noble."
You don't say anything, because you are unsure if he was trying to make a joke or not. You take in a shaky breath as your hands start to tremble from the tension.
"You don't strike me as someone who would be trying to assassinate a prince?"
"?!"
You find yourself meeting his gaze.not once breaking contact.
That wasn't you,You weren't an assassin trying to kill the prince. well then that mean't someone else was. and this guy knew about it.
As the music of the ball slowed down, he grips your wrist leading you to the outdoor balcony. Your heart started racing as you didn't know what to do.
Your thrown against the railing he leans in so close to your face you can feel his hot breath.
"so do i speak the truth?" he retorted, his grip on your wrist getting tighter.you look away and shake your head. Suddenly he wraps his other hand firm around your neck, you can't breathe and tears brim your eyes.
he grinned lazily "I believe that is incorrect."
(okay that's it, I know it's all over the place but I like writing so why not.)
