Ambiance POV collection

Ballroom with the villain

A new dance, therefore a new dance partner. She let him bow, then curtseyed. 

As she finally let her eyes travel upwards, she realized. It was him. She tried to get away from him, but before she could retreat he grabbed her wrist and began the intricate waltz routine.

 "What are you doing here?" she bit out.

 "Though I'd join the most alluring lady in the room for a dance."

 "You tried to kill me!"

 His eyes had never left hers despite the conversation, and he was still managing to execute the steps flawlessly. 

"Please. I'd do no such thing."

 "Really? Then care to explain when you-"

 His left hand had found the small of her back, just low enough to make her breath hitch and any accusations towards him die in her throat.

 Silence. "Hm?" He was smirking. Bastard.He made the distance between them slightly smaller, so that an onlooker wouldn't notice, but she would

."Wait. Did you call me 'alluring'?" Her steps had faltered just so, and his hold on her tightened even more, and she was barely focusing on the dance anymore, simply him. 

 "I did."That was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. 

He would never think that about her, and she dismissed those thoughts months ago. She let out a chuckle and narrowed her eyes at him.Sensing that she wanted to rid herself of his company,

 he firmly pulled her, so that their bodies were now flush, and he brought his mouth to by her ear and lowered his voice.

 "Your father wants you dead." She tensed. 

"You have to trust me. You see those guards stationed at the gate?" He felt her nod against his shoulder. 

"They've been ordered to not let you leave this room alive. I thought we'd change that."She brought her head up and he was smirking again. 

She looked at him with complete confusion, trying to dive deep into his eyes and calculate his intentions. 

He cut off her thoughts abruptly."In a moment, we're going to head to the door. In my right breast pocket is a dagger. You will take it and use it on the guard while you look your father in the face. Do you understand me?"

 "My father is a determined man. If he wants me dead he won't stop until-" 

 "Shh. Look at me." He placed both of his hands on either side of her face and the rest of the ballroom disappeared for a moment. 

His gaze was locked on her, and only her. "I will kill every last person in this ballroom while letting your father watch, and then I'll kill him too. No one will ever hurt you." A pause. "Ever."

 She let her thoughts roam her mind. Should she trust him? All of her past introductions with him had been unfortunate, but as he stared into her soul, she felt like she knew everything about him that she needed to. 

Upon her mother's death, the inheritance had been given to her, and not her father. This had created a very severed relationship that was entirely the fault of her father, and she wouldn't put it past him to plot something such as her untimely death. 

She often suspected this was what happened to her mother.She had always felt second, her entire life. No one understood her and no one treated her with respect. Until now. 

She was tired of being treated as a doormat and worthless, and nothing. She knew that her father would never stop until she was dead. 

She had come to a decision.

 He watched as a wicked grin formed on her face. 

 "I always thought this dress would look better in red."