There Is No Evil In Beauty

Chapter Three | Expected Surprise

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As Amara awoke the next morning, the thrill of the previous night hit her like a brick. The irritation she felt was different from any other.

For once, she had no control. Why must this happen? She had no desire to marry. Especially to a man she nothing of. How her father could do this to her she would never know.

Amara sighed. It was pointless, honestly. However, that didn't stop her from planning against it. It was her life, her soul. No one, she decided, would control her.

She was going to hold off this wedding, if there was to be one, that is.

She stood from her bed, taking a moment to steady herself. Today was the day Prince Philip would walk through her gates as though he was a welcomed hero.

Which he wasn't. Perhaps for her people, or her father, but not for her. Never for her. That was a promise she made herself.

Perhaps she could kill him? She smiled wickedly. Yes, perhaps she could. Perhaps she would. That would certainly be something entertaining. To hear the man's cries and pleas like the rest of the peasants she had tortured and killed.

Yes, that would do. Burn him, stap him, cut him, drown him. So many ways to kill and torture the Prince. After all , he was a Prince wasn't he? Therefore he should get the special treatment.

Yes that would certainly do! She could practically hear his cries already. The begging, begging the pain to stop, just like the others.

Her grin widened. She looked mad. Well, who's to say she wasn't? What with all she's done. Yes! Mad indeed!

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As the Princess made her way down the stairs to the main room, the very room the Prince was awaited in no less than ten minutes.

Amara's father had ordered the whole castle to be cleaned immediately. Angela had stood beside Amara,as her personal maid and assistant, it was only expected of her.

Amara smoothened out her dress. It was quite simple. It was a dark blue that reached the floor, veil attached to her shoulders. It was sparkling with fabric glitter, with off the shoulder sleeves. A silver necklace placed around her neck. Amara's hair flowed down her back, nice and curly, and a tiara with dark blue gems sat on her head.

She was stunning to say the less. She knew this of course, often gaining the attention of many. Not just because of her name.

Amara worked on her posture and the words she might speak when the Prince arrives. After all, she wanted him to fall into her clutches. Just like many of the men that fell into my manipulations.

A wicked smirk found it's way onto the Princess's face. She once again thought of how the Prince might scream.

However, she could not think of such thoughts now, as the guard announced the presence of the Prince.

My father visibly straitened. "Allow him entry." The King stated confidently. How he could be such a way, confused the Princess.

The Prince entered the main room with two men at his side. One, must've been an assistant or manager, while the other, a personal guard.

Once Amara caught sight of the Prince, all thoughts of his screams vanished. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the Prince. He was a dashing young man with golden locks and blue eyes. His skin pale as he stood about 6'2.

He was a sight to see, indeed!

The Prince bowed as a sign of respect, his posture grand. "Good evening, your highnesses. I am Prince Philip, of the Southern Kingdom. It is an honor to be in the presence of the Northern Kingdom, your greatness." Goodness, even his words were used with such grace!

Amara smiles sweetly once the Prince finally rises and glanced at her. An action that makes her heart beat rapidly. Oh, she was going to pay for thinking such horrid action before. How could she? He was just perfect!

She felt guilty for denying him much earlier. Perhaps she should apologize to her father once they were alone? Oh, how she loathed the very idea of being wrong. She was never wrong! Yet, here she was, denying all odds of killing the very man she had planned to do so, even before they met!

She dented any thoughts that came to her head. After all, she needed to pay attention to the present. She could not miss any conversation she was or could be apart of. There could be a decision she could make, or a question she might be asked.

Yes, stay on task.

"We are honored to have you in our presence, Prince Philip. I assume you have agreed to such proposition we discussed through letters, am I correct?" King Rian, Amara's father, questioned. To which Philip nodded.

"I am aware that we are to married." Amara said, gaining the attention of both her father and Philip. "However, I do not wish to be married right away. I would like to know you before our engagement." Amara stated softly, hoping the Prince and her father would agree.

It took quite a moment for the Prince to respond. "Of course, your highness. I do not wish to deny your wishes. Therefore, I will grant you this wish and we can wait before our engagement to get better familiar with one another." Philip agreed.

This better settled the Princess's heart. At least she would not settle down with marriage so soon.

This allowed the Princess to relax, and she allowed a relived sigh slip through her lips. Angela smiled. It seemed that maybe Amara would give this a chance. If not, she knew how it would end. She wished not to see the Princess's rath apon a Prince. For both kingdoms would go to war, and that would be a total disaster!

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Time passed as Amara walked down the endless halls of the castle. It has been quite a day for the Princess. What with after meeting the Prince, and having spent the day with him.

Rather it be the village or in her very own home, she spent her time greatly. They had visited the village, in which was quite annoying to Amara, as she could see of few females fawning over the Prince as if he were a package of gold.

This, of course, angered Amara, so she had slipped a quiet whisper to the guards to take such females who ever thought they'd be worthy enough to steal her betrothed away to the dungeons.
Though, only when the Princes's back was turned.

Her day had gone to plan, as the Prince seemed to like every moment with her. Or, she had hoped he had.

After all, she had to keep a cool mood when her people got too annoying. That wasn't hard, but considering she didn't have the Prince's full attention made it hard to keep her cool.

Oh, how she loathed not having what she wanted. Well, needless to she always got what she wanted in the end. It was only natural.

However, when a young lady, around the age of eighteen decided to come before the Prince and flaunt her breast in an unladylike manner, made Amara's blood boil with rage.

Oh, how this unfortunate maiden would suffer. The consequences of her pitiful actions. She would wish she had been dead, or better yet, non-existent. Amara would make sure of this.

For now, she had to play apart. Amara forced a smile to her face, though it was strained. Pitiful.

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Thank you for your time and patience, readers. I found I have more free time to write, therefore I may be updating quite often, perhaps daily. Thank you for reading. Good day.

Yours truly,
DeathEater_Nyx