Sea-Crossed Lovers:A Nightkiller fanfic

Chapter 10: Royal Pain

Killer's POV hours later

I slowly open my eyes, groaning as I feel my entire body cry in pain and soreness. I sit up, finding myself bandages where Cross wounded me and lacking any other clothes in a bedroom way too fancy to be someone I know's room aside from Nightmare.

What THE HELL?

Then the door opens and a few maids enter, pulling me roughly in attempts to get me out of the bed while a few more check the closets.

"Come ooon! We have to get you ready for the ball!"They whine

"Your His Majesty's special guest!"Another says

His Majesty's...Dream? Wait how'd I get here so quick with Cross?

"Don't make that teleportation marble go to waste!"One snaps

Okay, that is my answer.

"Get out! I'll dress myself!"I say, knowing I can't get away easily

But I still want to have my dignity in dressing myself. 

They sigh, tossing me the clothes and leaving.

I don't understand what is going on. Why would Dream have Cross abduct me for a party? I'm getting set up for something and I don't like it. But I don't have much of a choice, resisting could cost my head.

I adjust my clothes, then go through some drawers to put some gloves on.

Wait...SHIT! They might know about my curse!

Part of me hopes nobody noticed it or at least didn't recognize it as a curse mark. Perhaps they will think that it's a tattoo, which is ok. I shake my head, refocusing before the servants return to take me to the party.

Once there, all I could see is a sea of nobles or elite guests staring at me in shock. I just keep walking, looking for Dream to give me answers as I feel their cold gazes. I could hear them start whispering amongst themselves, and not saying anything good. They called me every insult in the book and looked down on anything from my eyes to my bandages, calling it unbecoming even though they didn't know what it was from. Not that it would matter, they'd probably say that I deserved the beating from Cross. At such a crowded party, it feels so tense and isolating as I hear gossip spread like wildfire, mocking people not that far away. 

Is this really what Nightmare endured as "fun parties"? No wonder he enjoyed the festival. Guess the rumors about him are true. I wouldn't choose to socialize in this place either with how cold they are. I'd rather read or do ANYTHING than be here.

"Excuse me? Commoner? Are you Dream's special guest?"One asks, walking over to me

"Yes, apparently I am."I say

"Why are you here? This is meant for the upper class and I hear you're just some low tavern owner."A second asks

"I dunno, ask His Majesty."I say with a shrug

I gaze at them, not giving them a hint of emotion. They'll use anything to turn it into an issue that could doom me so it's better not to give them anything. I can hear them gossip about Nightmare as they continue to question me, their words making me disgusted. I make sure to keep it vague without mentioning Nightmare since I don't want to be a tool for them to mock him more. I can hear their comments already if I were to slip up: "Is the Dark Prince close with a villager? A peasant freak no less? How pathetic! How undignified!"

I march away from them and that's when Dream finally approaches me with a smug grin. What does he have to be so confident about? His gaze is so cold and condescending as if this "ray of sunshine" is supposed to make me feel small.