These Violet Eyes

Chapter Dos!

My dress swirled around me. Marianne had done fabulous. The blue fabric draped over my figure perfectly, accenting my small curves. It was strapless and cinched at the waist where strands of emeralds dripped down to where the dress ended at my ankles. It flowed beautifully and when i turned it looked like i was surrounded by a glittering sea, and when I stood still it clung to my figure. My hair was pulled up and slicked off my face while dark curls cascaded down my back and shoulders. My neck was adorned by a silver necklace with emeralds and saphires placed so it looked like vines were climbing my pale white neck.

My high cheek bones had a slight rosey blush, and my lips were a light pink. but my eyes, they shined like the emeralds that adorned my dress. Marianne said I looked a vision. I didn't care, All I could think about through all the pampering, primping, curling and fittings was Gail. I thought about what he might be doing right now, I thought about what his reaction would be when he saw me. But mostly I thought about the first time we met, when we had changed eachother for good.

*FLASHBACK*

Another boring ball. A ball where everyone hated me, when every dance was spent enduring judging stares, and whispered opinions.

"Half breed." They would spit.

"Did this kingdom good when her mother died." They would admit.

"Heard her mother was a prositute befor she met her father. That's what you get when you mix royal and common blood!" Everyone would comment.

It hurt. Their words cut like shards of broken glass. Comment after cutting comment I endured. No one even bothered trying to know me. My mother was a commoner, therefore I was dirt. Not at all that it mattered that my father was the King. I sighed, not at all. I could feel someone tapping my shoulder snapping from my own thoughts. I turned around it was a man.

"May i have this dance?" he asked. I considered it, the only dance I'd been offered in nearly three years.

I smirked. "Why yes you may."

It was a waltz, and finally all Marieanne's dance lessons had paid off, no matter how many times I told her that no one would dance with me anyway. I kept up well, the beat to the song uplifting. I looked at my partner and smiled. He smiled back, He didn't look half bad.

Suddenly he leaned in and whispered into my ear "So, considering your mother's previous position before she met your father, you must have some expeirence right?"

I looked at him, speechless. But he just continued "So if you want we could take this somewhere more private..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence. I slapped him to hard for that. "You whore!" he screamed. I wasn't listening, all I could see was red. All the anger and annoyance I had put up with over the years just came out, hateful words spewing out of my mouth like an uncontrollable fire.

I was shouting. "You fools, you come to this castle pretending to respect me, respect my father. I saw most of you weeping at my mother's funeral! And now you whisper about my family, and you think I can't hear you?! I hear how you say it was a good thing she died. I hear everything."

I was crying now, sobbing. "If I'm such a mistake why don't you all leave? Everyone one of you who hug me, come to my celebrations, and then say my company is an embarrassment!" I was blinded by my tears. The anger, pain and sadness was too much it was crushing me. I felt sick, I could feel the weight of their glances as I collapsed. Suddenly, I felt strong arms pick me up by the waist and walk me taway from the madness that must have been ensueing in the ballroom after my outburst.

The person carrying me smelled strongly of rain and leather. I could feel them open the door to the secluded drawing room. They set me down on the chaise lounge, and an unfamiliar voice started to murmmur comforting words into my ear.