When the antique doors open widely, you step in, the dark violet ballgown swinging around your legs and as you make another step foreword it exposes a high slit on the left side. On your fathers arm you step on the high balcony letting your gaze glide over the crowd in the ballroom. All conversations stop and everyone turns around, in their faces you can see admiration, even a glimpse of jealousy, as you walk down the stairs the sound of you own high heels is everything you can hear. You set up a blank face, leaving your father behind, mixing with the crowd. After a few minutes you finally see the secret hint and you take a small door with a single red rose hung over it, leading into a lonely corridor when someone grabs you, pushes you against a wall and pins both of your wrists over you head with one hand. You enemy is smirking at you, I knew you would be here, he says smirking. The other hand on your waist, I just couldnt let this chance slide you chuckle. Dangerous as always, are we? He mutters in you ear and you can feel his hot breath against you skin. You try to move you hands but his grip lethal. His hands slide in the slit of your dress untie the dagger from you thigh and forcing it into the wooden wall next to you face. Stop playing games with me he hisses in you ear before crashing his lips on yours.
A/N:
Thank you so much for reading this, since English isn't my first language please tell me if there are any mistakes. If you want you can also check out my other stories/One-shots. Please leave me a comment if you think this could a good idea for a hole story.
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Historical Fiction-"Stop playing games with me"- There is a rule that says whatever happens under the rose will remain secret forever. We were meant to be enemies and normally we are, but no one knows what happens under the rose... Highest Ranks # 19 enemiestolover...
