The broken prince

Chapter 2

-Cassine winters

I walk up in the same dark little room I was in when I went to sleep, I pull my self, rubbing my eyes from the lack of sleep. I pull the blanket off my legs and take a step off the bed, looking down at the cut that rested on my thigh. I looked around for a bandage to re-wrap it but my eyes landed on a note that I am pretty sure hadn't been there when I went to sleep. I limped over to we're to the note stood on the side table and gently picked up the piece of paper. I generally un did the envelope, and pull the piece of paper, my eyes scan over the words
Cassine, Your room is on the second floor, you should see the stair case as you walk out of the hallway to your right. Your room number is 45, and your brother has already moved the little thing you have in. I hope you got sleep like I instruct because knowone under my leadership is going to fail todays lesson. Class starts at 8am I have all ready told everyone else, if your late there will be consequences. The only break you get is after 12 on Mondays which is tomorrow, but ONLY Mondays" 
-Damien
My eyes finish scanning the piece of paper as I took in his words, 8am shit what time is it, it can't be that late I had my woken up an hour ago. I scrunch the letter into my pants as I made my way out the door, trying my best to ignore the pain in my thigh. I needed to get used to it because being a fighter meet you would be dealing would much worse.  I begin to make my way up the stairs, following Damien's instruction. the dim hall-light casting shadows along the grey stones of the castle. That's when I hear my name being called. "Hey, Cassie, wait up!" I turn to see James jogging up to me, his eyes sparkling with warmth. My heart skips a beat as he falls into step beside me. "Hey, I just wanted to thank you for yesterday" I say continuing to walk as he follows bedside. "I did it then, and would do it again"  he said flashing me one of his charming smirks, as I return the smile. We walk in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft creaking of the stairs beneath our feet. When we reach my door, James  turns to me and says, "I was wondering if you wanted to practice with me, I need to up my game and maybe you could help" His eyes linger on mine, searching for an answer. "I would love to, I'll see you at 12" he grins making his soft blue eyes crinkle in the corners. "See you then" he says turning to leave. Turning his head to meet my gaze one last time before walking away.  I watch him go, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. I step into the darkness of my room, the only light coming from a small sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. I can feel the weight of Damien's gaze even in his absence, his note still clutched in my hand. I crumple it in my fist, feeling a surge of anger towards him. I begin to get dressed, my movements swift. I pull on a pair of dark pants and a black tank top, my fingers brushing against the cut on my thigh. I wince, remembering the pain and the humiliation. As I tie my hair back, I hear a knock at the door. "Cassie, you decent?" a voice calls out. I recognize the voice as Finn's, one of my only friend in this forsaken place. I nod, even though he can't see me. "Come in." The door creaks open, and Finn slips inside. He's tall and lean, with piercing light brown eyes that seem to glow in the dark. "Hey, Cass, just wanted to check on you Lyra and I were both worried after seeing you yesterday. Healers can't see fighters at this time so I told her I would check on you" he says, his voice low and smooth. "You okay?" I nod, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Lyra and Finn."Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little cut." Finn's eyes narrow. "Don't lie to me, Cassie. I know you're hurting. But we need to get you ready for class. Damien's not going to go easy on you." I snort, feeling a surge of anger. "Like I care. I'd rather die than give him the satisfaction of his group being the best." Finn's expression turns serious. "Listen, I was in his group last year and he treated everyone like hell. Him helping you after was the kindest this he has done since he got here. I would not take the for granite, because last year he killed kids if he thought that wouldn't worthy of his group!" I feel a chill run down my spine as Finn's words hang in the air. I had no idea that Damien was capable of such cruelty. I thought he was just a ruthless instructor, but killing students who didn't meet his standards? That's a whole new level of twisted. I look at Finn, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. He's not joking, and I know he's trying to warn me. "That man is fucking crazy, is It true that he killed his sister?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Finn glances around the room, as if he's afraid of being overheard. "I don't know, Cass. Last year him and your brother got in a huge fight, apparently someone killed your brothers dragon and he blamed it on Damien the next day his sister died. Everyone thought he was in a killing streak but know ones for sure" I nod, my mind racing with questions. Had he really killed his sister?  Finn's expression turns determined. "Listen, Cass. I know you hate Damien, but you need to be careful. He's not someone to mess with. Just get through the training, and then you can get out of here." I nod, feeling a sense of unease. "Now let's get going then don't want to piss of mr tough guy" I say as we share a laugh. As we make our way down to the courtyard at exactly eight, I can feel a sense of tension in the air. The sun is just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the gathered fighters. I see familiar faces, including James, who gives me a nod of acknowledgement. Finn leans in close, his voice low. "Remember, Cass, just observe and stay alert. Don't engage with Damien unless absolutely necessary." I nod, my eyes scanning the crowd. That's when I see him - Damien, standing at the front of the courtyard, his eyes fixed intently on me. "Welcome, fighters," he begins, his voice dripping with malice. "Today marks the beginning of your training. But first, a challenge. A test of your worthiness to be here." He pauses, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "In the center of the courtyard, you'll find a pit. Inside that pit is a... creature. Your task is to defeat it. You will be in a group of two. You can either kill the creature together  of kill your partner so that you win, The last one standing will be granted a privilege, the choice of their own opponent in Fridays matches and your place in squad one." My heart sinks, my mind racing with fear. What kind of creature could be inside that pit? "Follow me" Damian says in a hard tone, Finn stays bedside me since the is a challenge we're second and first years get into face each other. We walks through the green forest, the king trees casting shad from the now glowing sun. Finn makes sure to stay close as we walk towards the pit, the air grows thick with tension. The crowd's murmurs fill the courtyard we now just reached, their voices like a distant hum. Finn stays close, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hand on the hilt of his sword. I can sense his unease, his concern for my safety. We approach the pit, a massive stone structure with iron bars and a heavy-looking door. The door creaks as it opens, revealing a dimly lit interior. Damien stands beside the entrance, a sly grin spreading across his face. As me make are way inside. We all take a sit in the stands looking down into the massive cage. Our eyes all look up to meet Damien's Gaze as he starts talking "Ah, Ryker You'll be going in with... Cassine." My heart skips a beat as I see Ryker, his red hair standing out like a fiery halo. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a burning hatred. I know in that moment, he wants me dead. The crowd erupts into cheers as we step into the pit, their voices echoing off the stone walls. I hear James shout, "Be careful, Cassie!" before the door slams shut behind us. Ryker and I face each other, our eyes locked in a silent challenge. The air is heavy with anticipation, the only sound the distant roar of the crowd. Suddenly, a mighty roar echoes through the pit, and the ground trembles beneath our feet. The griffin emerges from the shadows, its eyes fixed on us with deadly intent. The griffin, a majestic creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle, lets out a deafening screech as it charges towards us. Its talons gleam in the dim light, razor-sharp and deadly. Ryker draws his sword, a sneer on his face. "You're going to die, Cassine" he spits at me. I stand my ground, my heart racing with fear. I know I have to act fast if I want to survive. The griffin attacks, its talons swiping at us with deadly precision. Ryker dodges and weaves, striking back with his sword. But I know I can't take on the griffin in a straight fight. I need to use my wits. The griffin circles us, its eyes fixed on Ryker with an unnerving intensity. I know I need to end this quickly, before things escalate further. Ryker charges at me, his sword flashing in the dim light. I dodge his attack and deliver a swift kick, sending him stumbling back. The griffin seizes the opportunity, swooping down and knocking Ryker to the ground with its talons. I watch in horror as Ryker struggles to get back to his feet, but the griffin pins him down, its beak inches from his face. In a desperate bid to escape, Ryker grabs a nearby torch and shoves it into the griffin's face, momentarily blinding it. But the griffin's claws swipe wildly, catching Ryker in the chest and sending him crashing into the pit's stone wall. I feel a jolt of fear as I realize Ryker's not getting up. The griffin delivers a final blow, striking Ryker's lifeless body with its talons. I stand frozen, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I've just witnessed a brutal death. The crowd's cheers and chants seem distant, muted by the shock of what I've just seen. Here's the continuation: Damien's voice cuts through the din, "Nice job Cassine." He gestures to me, "now, take your seat. You've earned your place among us." I nod, still trying to process what I've just witnessed, and make my way to the stands. The crowd's cheers and chants seem to grow louder, but I feel numb, my heart still heavy with the knowledge of Ryker's brutal death. As I take my seat, James is called to the pit, paired with a fighter named Zayin a scrawny boy who looks far to young to be here. I watch in silence as they face off against a pair of snarling wolves, their movements swift and deadly. My heart beats with each movement hoping it won't be James last.  I see James defeat almost all the wolves protects Zayin as he uses him as a shield. I watch in aw as James takes down the last wolf, as the crowd Cheers loudly for their achievements. Damien congratulate them as they take their seats, James eyes meeting mine as he sends me a warm smile like he wasn't just fighting for his life a couple of seconds ago.  But my attention is soon diverted as Finn is called to the pit, paired with a fighter named Piper. My heart skips a beat as I watch a massive, three-headed serpent rise of the whole is the wall. three-headed serpent circles them for a good minute as it finally strikes, Finn blocking a vital strike. The battle is intense, with Finn dodging the serpent's deadly strikes and piper landing precision blows. But just as it seems they're gaining the upper hand, the serpent's central head lunges forward, its jaws wide open. Finn tries to dodge, but the serpent's teeth graze his arm, sending him stumbling back. I feel a jolt of fear as piper tries to defend him, but the serpent's other heads attack, pinning them both down. I'm on my feet, screaming Finn's name, as the serpent's jaws close in for the kill. Just as all hope seems lost, piper manages to free herself and delivers a devastating blow to the serpent's central head, momentarily stunning it. Finn takes advantage of the reprieve, striking back with renewed ferocity. Together, they manage to defeat the serpent, but not without Finn suffering a severe injury. As they emerge from the pit, I can see the pain etched on his face, his arm bleeding profusely. I rush to his side, helping him to his seat as Damien approaches, a hint of a smile on his face. "Well done, Finn, piper. You've proven yourself to be a worthy fighter." As we sit down, Finn winces in pain, his arm throbbing from the serpent's deadly strike. I try to apply pressure to the wound, but he waves me off, his eyes fixed on Damien. "Break time, fighters," Damien announces, his voice booming across the courtyard. "You've earned a brief respite. Tonight, you'll dine with the King himself, and he'll get to know his future champions. This won't be the last time you see him from now till the end of the year you will have monthly balls, the next one if in three weeks so be ready." I glance at Finn, concern etched on my face. "We need to get you patched up," I whisper. Finn nods, his eyes scanning the courtyard. "Find Zephyr, see if she can help me." I nod and make my way through the crowd, searching for Zephyr. As I move through the throng of fighters, I notice Piper watching me, a hint of a smile on her face. I nod in acknowledgement, grateful for her timely intervention in the pit. Finally, I spot Zephyr, who nods curtly as I approach. "Finn's injured, can you help him?" I ask. Zephyr follows me back to Finn's side, where they quickly set to work tending to his wound. I watch anxiously as they work, my mind racing with thoughts of the dinner to come. What will the King be like? And what does he have in store for us. I watch as Zephyr finish's stitching his side, and then raping fabric around his waist. "You should be go along as you don't taire a stitch" Zephyr says as he packs up her things. "Thanks" Finn saying stretching his waist. Zephyr walks off her black curly hair bobbing with a stride. I turn to face Finn making sure he is okay. "How bad does it hurt, you okay?" I ask Finn I was concerned creeps inside of me. "Yep I am fine, it's definitely not the worse I've felt" he says jumping off the rock that Zephyr stitched him up on. "Now shall we go get ready for dinner" he says holding out his arm as I intertwine mine with his. "Will Lyra be there" I ask as we continue to walk back to the dorms in the main building. "Everyone will, last year it was held in the kinds castle Along with his three sons. Rumour is one of them is among us as a first year, but know one know for sure. Last sure all you did he eat a dinner that, and try to leave your best impression" he says like it's everyday you meet the king of Aethoria. "Doesn't sound that hard" I snort. I roll my eyes, trying to appear nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach. We part ways at the dorms, each heading to our own rooms to get ready for the dinner. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I enter my room. I quickly wash up and change into the formal attire provided for the occasion - an elegant black gown with intricate red embroidery.  As I make my way out of my room,I'm lost in thought, rehearsing what I'll say to the King if he decides to take to me. Suddenly, I collide with a solid chest, and strong hands grasp my arms to steady me.I look up meeting the gaze of my least favourite person to tumble into, Damien. "Careful, sweetheart," Damien's voice whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours." I look up, my heart racing, as Damien's piercing gaze meets mine. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement, and I feel a flush rise to my cheeks. I try to step back, but his grip on my arms holds firm. "Did you just call me pretty?" I say, trying to sound calm despite the confusion inside me. He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. He stairs I to my eyes leaving goosebumps alone my skin "Maybe" he says breaking his gaze turning to walk away, Leaving me alone in the dime hallway. Did Damien just call me pretty? I stand there, frozen in the dimly lit hallway, trying to process what just happened. Did Damien, the ruthless and cunning fighter, really just call me pretty? I feel a shiver run down my spine as I recall the way his breath whispered against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. I need to focus. I'm here to meet up with Finn and head to Lyra's dorm room. I take a deep breath and continue down the hallway, my heart still racing from the encounter with Damien. As I turn a corner, I see Finn waiting for me, looking dashing in his formal attire. "Hey you look beautiful, ready?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I nod, still trying to shake off the feeling of Damien's gaze on my skin. "No Thanks, let's go."We walk together, our footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. "You look quite good your self, any lucky lady?" I ask, trying to distract myself from thoughts of Damien. Finn grins. Finn smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, well, I'm saving myself for the King's daughter. I hear she's got a royal pain that needs soothing... and I'm just the man for the job." I laugh, shaking my head. "You're the man for the job huh" I say joking Finn grins, unrepentant. Finn smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh yeah, they can't walk for weeks after I'm done with them... and that's just from my conversation skills alone. Imagine what happens when I break out the big guns... or should I say, the big-"
"Stop" I say cutting him off.  I shake my head, chuckling. "Finn, you're impossible. But hey, at least you're confident." We arrive at Lyra's dorm room, and Finn knocks on the door. It swings open, revealing Lyra in a stunning red dress that compliments her tanned skin. Her short, brown hair and bright green eyes making her look beautiful in her dress. "Hey, guys! Come on in." As we enter Lyra's dorm room, Finn's eyes widen in appreciation of her stunning red dress. "Wow, Lyra, you look absolutely breathtaking!" he exclaims, offering his arm to escort her. Lyra smiles, her bright green eyes sparkling, and takes his arm. The three of us make our way to the courtyard, where a magnificent coach awaits. The coach is adorned with intricate golden carvings and plush velvet seats. But what's truly remarkable are the horses – four majestic creatures with coats as white as snow and eyes that seem to glow like stars in the night sky. Finn helps Lyra into the coach, then turns to me with a grin. "After you, my friend" He offers his hand, and I take it, stepping into the coach beside Lyra. As we settle in, the coach begins to move, gliding smoothly across the courtyard. The horses' hooves barely make a sound, as if they're floating across the ground. I gaze out the window, watching the castle walls fade into the distance. " is anyone else nervous" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Finn leans back in his seat, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yes, and no. It's not that big of a deal. As a second year you get used to going" Lyra sighs, her voice like music. "I can't wait ti see the gardens, I heard they're beautiful and a great spot to hook up" he says elbowing me in the waist.I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "The Gardens? I've never been there." I say Finn smirks. " it used to be a place we're you come to look at beautiful flowers, but know you only see people drunk, and having sex. But, hey if you're into watching that I suppose it's not that bad of a view." I laugh "y'a right like I want to watch people have sex" I say as fin arche a brow "are you jealous, Cassie" he says in a mocking tone. "Shut up" I say hitting him. Why do I need to be in the middle. "Does everyone fly in this carriages?" I ask Finn as he looks away from the window. "Yes. It mostly  3-6 people in one. You can only imagine how many they have" he says going on as I look out the window the beautiful night skin lit up my the millions of stars. I have always liked the night better than daytime, something about it's beautiful and peacefulness as always stuck out to me. Or maybe that just the time when dad would be asleep and I could finally relax. Lyra and Finn start in an other conversation, as I continue to look at the start scouting each one that passes, I used to do that when dad took me outside, to teach me a lesson. I would count the start as he hit me, count them till the pins fluids away. "Cass,-cassie!"  Lyra voice makes me jump startled by the interruption of my train of thought. "Yes?" I asked "we're here!" He says in a high pitch voice that makes me want to cover my ears. I follow her gaze to the window to my right and see a beautiful grey castle cover in follows, I think, it's hard to tell from this far away. It's surrounded my luscious green forests. My eyes widen as we get closer, mesmerized by the breathtaking sight. The castle's grey stone walls seem to shimmer from the stars up above, and the flowers – I see now that they're roses, lavender, and jasmine – cascade down the walls like colorful waterfalls. The air is filled with their sweet fragrance, carried on the gentle breeze. Lyra, still in his high-pitched voice, squeals with excitement. "Isn't it just the most romantic place you've ever seen, Cassie? I simply die!" I roll my eyes good-naturedly. "It's is beautiful." Finn chuckles and pats Lyra's   arm. We step out of the carriage, as Finn takes are hand helping use each. The shoe is big but I make it almost falling face forward until the rocks. We walk trough the path as we arrive at big brown door we're a footman awaits to assist us down. L I feel like I've entered a fairy tale. The castle's beauty is even more stunning up close, with delicate stone carvings and sparkling fountains. Finn offers his arm to Lyra, and they lead the way into the castle. I follow, my heart racing with anticipation. As we enter the grand hall, I gasp in wonder. see-through Ceiling display the stars up above, and the walls are lined with glittering candelabras. A magnificent crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, casting rainbow hues across the room. We stand at top of a stair way leading down to a ball room with other classmates, and acquaintance dance dressed in ball gowns. A figure steps forward, to my left as I turn to see who it is. "Damien" I say nodding to him "Cassine, remember both you first years be on your best behaviour." Damien's eyes narrow slightly as he gazes at me, his expression a mix of warning and reminder. "I trust you'll keep that in mind, Cassine. We wouldn't want any... incidents." He pauses, his gaze flicking to Finn, who's busy chatting with Lyra, oblivious to the tension. "Finnley, I'm sure you'll ensure our friend here behaves accordingly." Finn turns, his grin faltering for a moment before he recovers. "Of course, Damien. I'll keep Cassie in line." He winks at me, and I shoot him a warning look. Damien's expression remains stern, but I sense a hint of amusement in his voice. "We shall make our way down to the dining room for diner." With that, he offers his arm to me, I take it after a second of hesitancy. We walk down the stairs and through a hall that's has none of the stones walls on one side. Revealing the beautiful gardens. My jaw drops in ow as I see the sight, there has to be at least one hundred different types of flowers. Damien chuckles noticing my shock, as he turns his face to mine. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Damien asks. "Yes, it's nothing like the garden at my house. Me and my mom used to collect different types of flowers, well, until she passed away" Damien's demeanor shifts to a side I have never seen, empathy? No. "I am, sorry" he says looking away. "It's okay, I don't really remember her anyways" I say as we walk, Damien's arm tenses beneath mine, and he leans in close. "So, are you looking forward to this evening?" I glance up at him, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "Oh, absolutely. I can't wait to indulge in the king's lavish hospitality, all while ignoring the fact that he does nothing for the townspeople." Damien's eyes narrow, his voice low and husky. "And what would you know of the king's dealings, sweetheart" I smirk, my heart racing at the urge of him calling me sweetheart. "Enough to know that he's more concerned with his own power than the welfare of his people." Damien's grip on my arm tightens, as he chuckles at himself like I am missing an inside joke. "What?" I ask confused. "You'll find out." He says with a grin "You're right, I'll give you that. But perhaps you should focus on your on something else, rather than worrying about the king's affairs." I laugh, a throaty sound, and lean in closer. "And what station would that be, exactly? The one where I fawn all over the king's sons, hoping for a scrap of attention?" a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh, I think you'll find that's exactly where you'll end up. Whether you like it or not sweetheart" I roll my eyes as we approach the door, Finn and Lyra fall into step behind us, their whispers and giggles fading into silence. Damien's grip on my arm tightens, and he pushes open the door, revealing a grand dining hall. We take our places at the table, Damien to my right, and James to my left. Finn and Lyra sit across from us, their eyes sparkling with excitement. The king and queen sit at the head of the table, with Prince Xythan to their right, and Princess Zoey to their left. As we settle in, I say my hellos to James as Damien leans in close, his voice low and husky. "Remember, sweetheart, behave yourself. We wouldn't want any... incidents." I shoot him a withering look, but he just smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. James, oblivious to the tension, chats with Finn and Lyra, his laughter warm and genuine. The king clears his throat, and the room falls silent. The king's voice booms through the hall, his words dripping with pride. "Welcome, everyone, today is a momentous occasion. Some of you are new to our manor, while others have had the pleasure of joining us before. I am fortunate to have the future leaders of our kingdom beside me. But what makes this year truly special is that both of my sons are here with us." As he speaks, Damien's gaze settles on me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. I try to ignore him, focusing on the king's words, but I can feel his attention like a weight on my skin. "James and Damien," the king continues, his voice filled with pride. My jaw drops. James, Damien are the princes and I have been sitting bedside them both. "My two sons, who will one day inherit the throne and lead our kingdom to greatness." I glance around the table, noticing the way Finn and Lyra are beaming with excitement. James, on my left, is smiling humbly, his eyes cast downward. But Damien, to my right, is still watching me, his expression unreadable. "You're the, prince?" I whisper to Damien. "Yes, shocking?" He say arching an eyebrow before looking away. I have never notice how him and james look familiar, but now i see, both have bronze skin, dark hair and incredibly attractive. The only difference is the eye colour James, has blue and Damien has a light honey brown.  The king raises his glass, and the room falls silent. "To my sons, and to the future of our kingdom. May this year be one of growth, learning, and triumph." As we echo the toast, Damien's gaze never wavers, his eyes locked on mine with an unnerving intensity. I feel a shiver run down my spine, wondering what secrets he's hiding behind those piercing eyes. As the toast concludes, the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation fill the room once more. A group of maids come out with plates of food placing them in front of the 300 guests at all tables. I have never seen so much food, it's sad to think that half of it won't be eaten and could feed a town dying of hunger. A maid with pretty blue eyes groups a plate full of Turkey, Corn, and different types of vegetables. I thanked the maid as she walked away. I try to focus on my meal, but Damien's gaze remains a persistent weight, making it hard to enjoy the feast. Finally, after a few moments of strained silence, Damien leans in closer, his voice low and laced with a hint of mockery. "You seem to be struggling. Or do you need me to hand-feed you, perhaps?" I glance at him, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, thank you." Damien's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Just making sure. It wouldn't do to have you starve at such a crucial event." I force myself to focus on my plate, determined not to let him get under my skin. "I am fine, I just think its sad how their are people staving on the streets and your father hosts these parties once a month, which I am sure most of the food goes to waste " I retort, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I suppose" Damian says returning his daze to his plate. Beside me, James watches the exchange with a bemused expression but says nothing. His demeanor remains calm and collected, a stark contrast to Damien's provocative behavior. As the evening progresses, the conversation around the table grows livelier, and the warmth of the food and the wine begins to soften the tension. I steal glances at Damien, who seems to be studying me with a curious intensity, though his expression remains inscrutable. " What, Have something you would like to say?" I ask arching a brow as I pop a piece of potato into my mouth. "You shouldn't speak to your future king that way, sweetheart" he says with a smirk. He is right but I have no respect to the king, he killed my mother, and for the I will rebel against him. "You want respect? Earn it Prince Charming" Damien's smirk doesn't waver, though his eyes flash with something that feels almost like challenge. "Oh, 'Prince Charming,' is it? I'm flattered. But if you think a nickname will make me back off, you're sorely mistaken". I roll my eyes, crossing my arms with a defiant air. "Oh, trust me, I'm not trying to make you back off. I'm just getting started." His smirk turns into a full-blown grin, the kind that could light up a room if it weren't so infuriating. "Is that so? I've met plenty of people who've tried to take me down a peg. None have succeeded." I lean in, lowering my voice to a dramatic whisper. "Well, if you're used to getting your way, you might find me to be a refreshing change. I'm not impressed by royal titles or smug grins." Damien's eyes narrow, though the grin remains. "And what makes you think you're any different from the others?" I raise an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with unflinching resolve. "Because I don't play by your rules. And I'm not afraid to challenge you. In fact, I'm looking forward to it." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "You're something else. Most people wouldn't dare speak to me like that." I shrug, casually sipping my drink. "Most people don't have a reason to. But you and your charming little act? Definitely worth challenging." Damien's gaze lingers on me, an unreadable expression crossing his face. "You're certainly not lacking in confidence sweetheart. I'll give you that." I match his stare, not backing down. "Confidence is the least of it. I've got plenty of reasons to keep you on your toes." He leans back in his chair, studying me with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Well, it looks like we're in for an interesting time. Just don't expect me to make it easy for you." he says "Don't worry," I retort, "I wouldn't have it any other way." Eventually, the servants begin to clear the plates, and the king rises to give a few more words of thanks. I take the opportunity to escape to a quieter corner of the room, hoping for a moment's respite from Damien's relentless scrutiny. I slip into the garden, the cool night air a welcome change from the ballroom's heat. The soft glow of the moonlight reveals James by the fountain, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me. I walk over to him my dress flowing in the wind. "I'd thought I would see you here one way or the other" he says, his voice light. "Care to join me" he ask as I nod, taking a seat on the bench next to him. "It's nice to be away from all the noise." I say with a sigh admiring the flowers. James grins and reaches for a nearby flower. "You know, I was just about to ask if you'd like to dance." I laugh, shaking my head. "I'm terrible at dancing. You'd be better off asking someone else." James plucks a flower and tucks it gently into my hair, his fingers brushing my cheek. "I wouldn't want to, and second I doubt that you're any better than me. Last year I ripped someone dress off with my foot" he says with a laugh. "Once me and my brother Atlas were dancing and I kneed him in the balls, I don't know how it happened? it just did" I say with a shrug and a laugh. "we'd make a great team, even if we trip over our own feet." He says as I blush and  share a laugh. "You look beautiful, Cassie" he says taking one of my curls in his hand, twirling it with his finger.  "I love the way your curls bounce when you move," he says, releasing the twirled curl and tracing the curve of my ear.  "Your hair is stunning, Cassie," he says, his fingers grazing my cheek. "I am glad you think so" I say blushing "when I was little I used to hate it, I would try to straighten it anyway I could. I didn't like to stand out, and I found my hair was the topic of every conversation" I say sighing. "You were born to stand out, beautiful. Don't ever hide that." He says taking my hand, his eyes sparkling. His fingers following the scare that's runs up and down my arm. "What's that from?" He asks worry in his tone. I hesitate before answering. "My dad" I say as he looks up to me. "What did he do?" He says in a stern voice. "He said I wasn't good enough to marry a man until I stoped eating so much" I say looking away. "It was a punishment when he found me eating a piece of candy" I say with a a sigh. "Oh, beautiful. I am so sorry. Know father just ever treat his child like that." He says as he places his hand to my cheek. "You deserve so much better, Cassie" he say looking at me with his gorgeous blue eyes that I could stair into all day. "I am okay now" I say sniffling. "I learn how to handle him, my brother thought me" I say taking his hand "Shall we give it a shot? Even if it's just for a laugh, I think we'll have fun." I squeeze his hand, smiling warmly.  "Okay, let's do" he says noticing the topic change. we finally arrive at the dance floor, surrounded by the other dancing, dresses twirling. "Ready" James says taking my hand. "Ready" I say as we begin to dance. I'm a bit clumsy, and my heel comes down on his foot more than twice.  "Shit, I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, mortified. James laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's okay, I'm fine. I think I can handle a little foot-stomping beautiful." I giggle,as we continue dancing, our laughter and spins drawing attention from the other students. As the music ends, James bows low, his hand still holding mine. "You're not as bad as you say, beautiful. Even if you do have a penchant for stepping on toes." I playfully roll my eyes. "Hey, it was just once, fine twice!" Just then, the king's voice booms across the room, "Who is the lovely lady accompanying my son, James?" My heart skips a beat as I remember the king's role in my mother's death. I feel a surge of anger, but James' hand tightens around mine, reassuring me. James smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "Father, this is Cassie. We met at the academy." The king's gaze narrows, his eyes oddly familiar to Damiens. "Ah, yes. I see. Well, Cassie, it's a pleasure to meet you." I curtsy, trying to hide my unease. "The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty." The king's expression turns calculating. "I must say, I'm intrigued. James, you've never mentioned her before. Tell me, how did you two meet?" James launches into a charming story about our meeting in the arena, leaving out the part about me almost getting killed. I listen, amazed by his skillful spinning of the truth. As they talk, I can sense the king's eyes on me, weighing and measuring. I know I need to be careful. My mom died for a reason, which I don't know. But who knows what he will do, kill me?  Just as the king seems to be warming up to me, a petite brunette girl with a scowl on her face approaches us. "James, who's this." She says
James' expression turns stern. "Zoey, this is Cassie. Be nice." Zoey's eyes roll. "Oh, please. I am just saying hello. What's your last name?" I stand tall, meeting her gaze. "Winters." Zoey's smiles. "Well, it's nice to meet you Cassie winters" she says shaking my hand. The king's expression changes, his eyes narrowing. "Winters... the name sounds familiar" you should fucking know you killed my mother. "I knew your mother, Annabeth winters." My heart skips a beat. "I knew you did," I reply, my voice steady. The room falls silent, the tension palpable. James and Zoey exchange a confused glance, but the king's gaze remains fixed on me, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. The king sighs and stones away to talk to other guest. As the king disappears into the crowd, James appears by my side, a charming smile on his face. "Hey, want to dance again?" I nod, grateful for the distraction. We glide across the dance floor, our movements fluid. As we spin, I catch sight of Damien, his dark eyes gleaming as he dances with a petite blonde. My heart skips a beat. As the music ends, James bows low, but before he can ask me to dance again, Damien appears, his eyes locked on mine. "Cassie Winters, I believe it's my turn," he says, his voice low and smooth. I raise an eyebrow. " is it now?" Damien's smile grows as he takes my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. "Yes"he says as we begin to dance, our steps perfectly in sync. As we twirl, I "accidentally" step on his toes. He winces, but his eyes sparkle with amusement."Clumsy, are we sweetheart" he teases. I smirk. "Maybe I just wanted step on you." Damien chuckles, his breath whispering against my ear. "if you wanted to hurt me, you could have just asked sweetheart" I blush, at his words. "Maybe I just wanted to see you suffer," I say, flashing Damien a grin. Damien's eyes flash with annoyance, but he chuckles, his smile sharp. "Well, mission accomplished. You've managed to bruise my toes and my ego sweetheart." I smirk, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. "That's what happens when you get too close to me, Damien." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Is that a warning, Cassie? Because I'm not afraid of you sweetheart."
I laugh, the sound cold. "You should be." I say as the music stops. He holds gaze with me. "Is that so?" He says before walking away. As Damien walks away, I feel a shiver run down my spine. Lyra and Finn appear at my side, their faces concerned. "Did Damien finally get under your skin...or should I say, into your pants?" Finn asks, wiggling his eyebrows. I roll my eyes, laughing. "Finn, stop." Lyra playfully hits Finn's arm. "behave." Finn grins. "What? I'm just keeping it real. Cassie, you know I'm rooting for you and Damien. You two could make beautiful babies...or at least have some amazing hate sex." I blush, trying to hide my smile. "Finn, shut up." I say hitting him.
"I mean he has a point" Lyra chimes in.
"Not you to" I say giggling  As we make our way towards the exit. the sound of horse hooves echoes outside. Our carriage awaits, its doors open like a dark mouth. Just as we're about to climb in, James catches up to me, his breathless. "Hey, Cassie! Wait up."I turn, my heart skipping a beat. "Yes, James?" I say smiling. He grins, his eyes sparkling. "I'll train with you tomorrow after 12. Remember?" I nod, feeling a flutter in my chest. "I'll be there." James winks before turning to leave, disappearing into the crowd. Finn snickers. "Ooh, training with James, huh? I hope you're ready for some 'extra credit'." Lyra facepalms. "Finn, stop corrupting Cassie." As the carriage doors close, I gaze out into the night, counting the many starts that fill the night sky. I shut my eyes letting the rocking of the carriage carry me to a rest.