Diamond Empire

Chapter 8

(This is in the perspective of the Princess)

I walk down the hallway of the castle and head to the ball room. As I approach the ball room. I begin to feel my heart pound slightly. I wonder if I should just turn around and change into the dress Dorian wanted me to wear. I then snap myself out of it. I have to remember everything I went through with Dorian and my parents. They used me constantly to get what they want, and Dorian flat out abuses me. I don't care about what they want today. Today, I take control of my night. I walk towards the door of the ball room as the guards open the door. I hear the announcer begin to call my name as I step into the ball room. I stand at the head of the grand staircase. I stare at the people below and smile slightly. I can see many royals with their mouths hanging open. I chuckle slightly to myself and begin to make my way down the stairs. As I head downstairs I see the face of my mother. She, along with my father have gone extremely pale. I also see Dorian. He has the opposite effect. He has turned a bright red. I then meet eyes with the prince. I smile a tiny bit more as I see him smirk in return. When I finally meet the end of the stairs, I am greeted by a large amount of royals attempting to dance. I dance with a few. It would be better than instantly dancing with Dorian. After dancing with a few royals. I then hear an unpleasant voice.

"Darling, you look fabulous!" I turn to see Dorian smile a cold and cruel smile. I smile slightly in return.

"Hello my lord. I apologize for my absence. The nobles kept me busy."

"It's fine. Dance with me now." He takes my hand and drags me to the center of the floor. When we arrive at the center, he takes the lead and speaks with gravel in his voice. "I thought I gave you a dress to wear."

"I fell in love with this one, my lord. I fell it suits me better. Purple does seem to be my color." I gasp slightly as I feel his grip tighten on my waist. "My lord, I can't breath." I gasp in pain.

"This is exactly how I felt when I saw you in that dress." He tightens his grip, and I can feel pain in my ribs.

"P-please let go." The pain becomes excruciating as he squeezes tighter and tighter. I suddenly feel a sudden jolt of pain and hear a small cracking sound. If Dorian wasn't holding me, I would have fallen to the ground. I hear another voice, but it become hard to focus on it.

"May I cut in?" The sound of the princes voice rings in my ear, but not louder than the pain. I figure it out quickly. Dorian just cracked my ribs.