Princess Amara

Chapter Five

Come on Amara you have self control, you don't need this. 

You don't have to do this. 

You are defined by your actions and if you do this, what does that make you? 

You are a Princess, Amara. You are Princess Amara- "Women in my country are best at use on their knees" Prince Germane boasted loudly, his meaty arm thrown over my chair, annoyingly  running his meaty fingers through my hair.

Currently, I was pressed into Prince Germane of the Cri. And I wasn't having fun. 

He was a solid looking young man, no more than a decade older than me. He was known for his gorgeous hair between the maids here, luckily enough they were never forced close enough to actual see it, because when this man opened his mouth, my soul shriveled. 

He currently had that beautiful mane of his braided and twisted, elegantly back into a high ponytail. His hair nearly touched his waist when he stood, 'a large honor' in Cri, standing as a symbol that he had never lost a battle ... or some shit like that. To be honest I tried not to listen when he spoke. 

It hurts. 

His large hazel eyes kept sweeping over my skin, making me even more uncomfortable, if that was physically possible. 

His finger traced down the side of my jaw. 

And look, he just achieved the impossible. 

His strong jaw, a wide body was also very attractive. But then again, it was his voice. He spoke or he laughed or he breathed and all I wanted to do was watch him bleed! 

And he was only the one of the nearly thousands of guest who had started to trickle in for the 'amazing' Ball that was taking place tonight. 

So many royalty sat around me, that it was making me physically sick ... sicker. 

My eyes shot across to Father's who winced, but shook his head warningly at me. I stood up abruptly, as the anger went coursing through my body. Fuck this.

I put on a sickly sweet smile as everyones eyes shot to me. Aria had been sitting still unmoving trying to hold in her disgust at the pig wrapped around me. Andrea was practically being sat on by Khon and you know what? 

I have snapped.

I snatch the bottle of wine off the middle of the table and throw it back hard, loving the feeling of the burning alcohol rushing down my throat. I down about half the bottle as I hear Germane hoot in amusement.

I slam it back down on the table. It wasn't even 5 o'clock yet and I was ready to throw motherfucking hands.

I looked over at Father again who was practically daring me to act out in front of every royal family here.

I smiled brightly down at Germane who had his meaty ass hand on my waist dangerously low to my ass, "You good there Bella? You drank that awfully fast", his deep voice was marred by his deeper accent. Again, I can attest to his sexiness, but his damned mouth! He smirked as his eyes raked down my body in this flimsy ass dress Larris had shoved on me. 

I smiled baring all my teeth at him, "Ohhhh it is just because the faster I drink the less of your voice I can hear" I giggled obnoxiously.

He tilted his head, amusement still in his pervy ass eyes. "We could say no words at all in your bedroom" he chuckled deeply as his little gang of measles chuckled with him.

I through my head back and laugh super obnoxiously and louder than them. I leaned down closer to his face, making him think I was taking his stupid ass offer up. The wine was kind of making my eyes swim but it felt so good. "Are you going to put me where I belong, Prince Germane? Are you going to put me on my knees?" I giggled lightly.