The Ball Night

New Scars

Francis's P.O.V

I have forgotten how warm blood could be against your skin. The small droplets of red running down and splashing against the wooden floor. I can't believe how I forgotten the rush of adrenaline, the intoxicating feeling. I sighed, already feeling myself getting too excited, the warmth of the guards blood against my drenched under garments got the best of me.

What even excited me more was Catherine. I turned towards her, completely frozen in place yet exposed to me. I dropped the dagger, and managed to be on top of Catherine's lovely pale body. Ugh, it's taking me so much control to not fuck her, the blood against her angelic skin is already driving me mad. It throbbed against her pelvis, near her privates. I dared to even move an inch, afraid that I'll break my promise and make her mine.

Her eyes, my beautiful ocean eyes, stared deeply into mine. Is this how... real love feels? I may have gotten a short glimpse of the feeling as a child, when my mother comforted me after my fathers beatings. Her soft touch, delicately hugging me, humming a lullaby.

I-wait. Finally breaking our tender moment, I inhaled a nasty scent. It couldn't be the body, it's colder then ice in this room. No, I bent my head down, my nose pressing against the crook of Catherine's neck. I inhaled again, and chuckled.

I have forgotten that Catherine hasn't bathed since I swept her away from that awful village. The smell of burnt ash mixed with the fresh blood was overwhelmingly terrible.

Again I got excited by the idea of my first bath with Catherine. I whisked her away, carrying her towards the bathroom, oh! It was like a dream! Rubbing the soap against her soft skin, her washing me. No, this has to be what love exactly feels like.

I love her.

I dried her off, she didn't not mutter a word, which I understand completely, my behavior was explicit and unacceptable. I shouldn't have demonstrated her how turned on by her wonderful body, should of saved that on our wedding day.

Placing her on my clean bedsheets, I happily walked back into the bathroom and began to dry myself, can't let Catherine sneak a peak of her wedding gift. After changing into my pajama attire, I heard my door creak open. Fuck!

I dropped everything, sprinting towards my room and quickly glance at my bed. Catherine was gone! I can't let her escape! Where are the guards?! This is all their faults!

I let out a frustrated sigh, stomping my way towards my bedroom door.

"Guards! For gods sake! Guards!!" I yelled, feeling the empty corridors filling with my angry tone.

Ten guards presented themselves to me, all captains of each section of my castle. I was itching to kill them, rip their limbs apart and cut their tongues off. How dare they let my love escape! Does no one want to see me happy?! To thrive, to start my own family?!

All bending on one knee, I grabbed the nearest one and threw a hard punch. He cries out in pain, hitting the floor, and spitting out teeth.

I grabbed his sword and pointed towards my useless guards." Who ever doesn't find my princess by mornings light will have their heads on my wall! I will throw your children off the cliff, slaughter all your wives if you do not find her in time! Understood?!"

All nodded, and I dismissed them. Imbeciles! I can't lose her, I can't! A million thoughts ran through my head, thinking of every possible way she hid or escaped. There's no possible way she found her way to my stables and ran away on horse, my castle barrier is surrounded by guards. I let out a quick laugh, I had guards near Catherine and even they manage to let her slip under their noses.

I grabbed my hair and began to scratch rapidly, my tick on the verge to explode. She is too smart, my lovely wife, and must've just hidden herself in at least one section of my castle.