Chapter 6

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(this is in the princess's perspective)

I drop my fork and knife as my hands begin to shake. I place them under the table.
       "W-w-what?" I can feel my lungs practically collapse. My parents remain quiet. They know what happened. I didn't say anything about this morning, but they know. I look at the prince as I feel tears begin to appear. Dorian stands and slams his fork on the table.
       "Jewel let's go!" I stand but am stopped by a hand grabing my arm. The prince whispers in my ear.
       "Regardless of what he says or what they say, you are a royal. You are a princess. And you will be a queen. So do not cry. Do not let them know that they make you feel any way. You are a warrior. It's okay to cry, but never let them see you shake." He releases my arm and I look up at him as I am dragged away by Dorian. Dorian marches me to my room, throws open the door, throws me inside the room, and slams the door shut.
        "What the hell did you say!"
        "I-i didn't say anything! I don't even know him!" Dorian slaps me again and I fall to the ground. Dorian begins to take off his clothes and I try to stand. He picks me up by my hair and throws me on the bed. I try to scramble away but he grabs me and rips my clothes off. I try to fight him but soon feel a sudden pain in my stomach. I should be used to this pain. I feel it almost every night. I scream and cry and try to fight, but I know it's over. When Dorian is "finished", I am left weak and empty. I cover myself with the covers and begin to sob. Dorian leaves and I feel myself fading away. I cry and cry. But no one can hear me. No one chooses to hear me.

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