His enemy. He was smart not to befriend such a foe. His yellow stained teeth show as he laughs mockingly. Does he not see how foolish he looks. With yesterday's spinach souffle stuck in between his teeth, his unkempt tie, and the wicked company he surrounds himself with. Atrocious. Nonetheless, he is a noble. More befitting than that other wrench. You are not think about him. Even if his eyes can pierce through a crowd, making the weak stumble, demanding respect. But, somehow, he still comforts you. He attracts the wise and polite, you think. Too bad he is the son of an infamous criminal, you smile. Pretending you don't like that.
"Princess?" you are pulled back into reality.
"Hmm?" you answer.
"Gabrial, he is overstepping his boundaries. Something should be done about him. Don't you agree?" Ronald answers. Something should be done about your breath and your crooked teeth, disgusting, you think to yourself. Gabrial should not pay attention to this fool.
"Of course she does! He is low. Who does he think he is touching the princesses like that?"
You chuckle, who does she think she is speaking for me? "That is a bold choice of attire," You say with a dark and unsettling type of calm. "I could not be so bold to wear a green, orange, and pink dress" You take a sip of your drink. "But, somehow, it suits you well... You must give me the name of your designer."
"Oh, princesses, I have designed this myself" you snicker. "It makes sense now" You make your sarcasm so clear so that the dimwit of a girl is able to understand her place. You walk away as the group erupts in laughter.
You cannot waste any more time. You have a task to complete. The bejeweled dagger you stole from the Prime Minister pressing on your thigh is constantly reminding you of what has to be done. You think "A princess like me should not have to keep blooding her hands" as a wicked smile appears on your face. "Well, if the nobles weren't so disgusting I could live in peace, and it's not like I can trust anyone to do actually do anything." You whispered to yourself, justifying your past killings... and your future ones. It would be a shame if I had to take care of Gaberial as well... But you could... If he speaks we could frame him as an accomplice. With his background, it would not be hard of a task. No one would suspect you anyhow. A dimwitted princess killing the King? Her own father? No one would dare to make such acquisition if they valued their life. You think to yourself as you place your champagne glass that is filled with orange juice on the table. You look at the juice, chuckling at how you would not dare to blur your mind with intoxicating drinks, but won't think twice on ki-
"Dance with me. Now." He interrupts. Your heart jumps. The ear he whispered in becomes red. Your freeze, again. "Or should I ask Ronald" Ew.. you think. Not that pile of a garage. You can't believe that you brought that on yourself. "I am sure he would be happy to know that he is engaged to the princesses" He raises his voice.
You cover his mouth as Ronald is steps away. "oh god no this again, aren't you persistent" you sneer thinking that you should use that dagger on him. "I can also be quite persuasive, but in this case. I do not need to be. Because you want to, if you continue to deny, I could use some lame threat to make you feel like you have to oblige". The arrogance in his stance, the cockiness in his tone, the wickedness in his smile. Where did he get the audacity? "Over. My. Dead. Body," you say firmly with a sharp look in your eyes. He smiles as you walk away.
Suddenly, there is a forceful tug pulling you back to him. "I know where the dagger is, and I can easily take it. Your plan will easily far apart. So, let us dance, sweetheart"... You turn your face slightly meeting his eyes. "I should of killed you when I had the chance". "You still do." He snaps back, staring into what feels like your soul. "But I don't think it will be easy. I will not hold back... not in battle and not in charm"
