~A/N Ok guys this is where povs start i will put in an A/N with the pove of each chapter bc I want this to be a serious book not just a fan fiction like normal enjoy POV Tyrian~
Viscount Vaughn Tristan the 5'7 bane of my existence, my betrothed. I've been staying in Winter Palace the estate of the Victory only second to the royal family. Its not so bad...when he's nowhere to be seen that is. The Viscount has quite the temper.
My first night in the estate a poor maid made the mistake of dropping silverware while setting the table, I saw the Viscount yell and slap her she was then dragged out by his knights. Heaven forbid whatever must've happened to that poor girl, I haven't seen her since. That set the expectations for me right then and there if I mess up I will be disposed of. Im sure of it.
I must never let my guard down with him. He is dangerous. Tonight I must do my best as we are on our way to the imperial palace of Evermore for a banquet honoring King Archibald Evermorny on his most recent victory at the battlefront. He has now conquered a small bordering nation to the north of Evermorny and will be awarding the land to a new baron at the end of tonight's ball.
As the carriage draws near I hear music playing from outside the palace. Suddenly an aggressive hand grabs the nape of my neck and rears be back "Ugh! We're late! If you hadn't taken so long to get ready we'd have been here on time you're going to regret that later!" He growls. I gulp and put my head down staying quiet for now. I know it wasn't I who made up late but if I argue with him surely whatever will happen to me will worsen ten fold.
As the carriage comes to a halt i quickly find myself alone and Vaughn has already made his fast escape from the carriage in an attempt to save face with the king, not that I believe he'll care all the much he's a rather kind ruler he understands that delays happen as long as its not constant. As I begin my decent from the carriage I feel myself lose footing and as I prepare myself to fall the coachman so kindly catches my hand and helps me gracefully recover.
As I make my way up the palace steps I'm careful not to trip over my green skirt beautiful hand stitched with gorgeous pink flowers embroidered at the top of my elegant dress. As the night drags on i find myself looking at the happier couples in the room until a man leaning in the corner playing with is glass catches my eye.
His tall stature impressive from even across the room maybe 6'3 maybe 4 if I were to guess, jet black hair just barely covering his eyes it looks unkempt but in a sexy way. The rest of him is very clean and crisp with broad shoulders and strong hands in his gorgeous white and gold attire. His eyes a piercing maroon colour if his gaze were to meet mine at this moment his looks could kill but I would die a happy woman at least.
Soon my gaze is ripped from him as im dragged onto the nearest balcony. Oh no. The Viscount, oh I've done it now. "So you think its ok to embarrass me like that hmm Tyrian??? How dare you ogle another man so blatantly in from of me! And the Crown Prince no less!!!" He growls into my ear.
Slap*** the sting on my cheek fresh as I stumble back into a stand with a beautiful vase of flowers *crash* the panic on my face was evident. "Oh now look what you've done!!! Clean it up you useless wench!" He says to me grabbing my hair and forcing me to the ground. I cry out cutting my palm on the sharp porcelain shards as he grumbles more and makes his way back into the ballroom.
Once he's out of sight I let out a shaky breath and try to steady my legs to stand with the railing next to me. I quickly try to smooth out my hair and dress. "Are you alright Madame?" Ha no "Yes?Yes! I'm fi-" I turn to see the man id been staring at earlier. The crown prince himself "Oh your highness greetings my many apologies if I've disturbed your fresh air I shall leave you at once!" Bowing quickly to avoid any more trouble with the Viscount. I can feel myself tremble at the thought. Crunch* Dammit.
"Ah!I'm sorry your highness I've seemed to have knocked over a vase im dearly sorry I will pay for the damaged item!" I step away from my hidden mess to show my transparency.
"What is your name? Are you alright? I heard a cry. I only came to check do not worry over something as minuscule as a vase, we have hundreds just like it." He asks again. He seems genuinely kind, however I can't trust him, he can't help me now. No one can.
"Ah! Yes your highness my name is Tyrian Demontè first daughter of Viscount Alaric Demontè! I'm fine sire. I think your ears are playing tricks on you. Thank you kindly for your concern your highness but i have to go back in. I wish I could tell you of the noise but I didn't hear a thing, it must've been the wind you heard, it must've been the wind..."
Nows my chance to leave before I make things worse, I promptly give a kind courtesy and make my way swiftly from the balcony, only to come across my fiance in the corner with another woman. I see I will endure many a heartache with this man for years to come. God save me.
