The tainted princess {on hold}

Marceline Blackwood. Strange, cut-out, impassive, a loner. That's how most would describe her.
She doesn't let anyone get close enough to know the real her...the person she hasn't been in a long time....the cruel world has changed her....

"Princess-... " he sighed,but was cut off.
"Don't call me that." She whispered. "Princesses are perfect...I'm hardly normal,let alone stable." She laughed humorlessly,staring at the table intently,zoned out.
"In fact,you could say that I'm tainted...."

Asher Vittali. Dark,mysterious, a monster with the face of a prince...that's the real him.
He is a real charmer who hides his pain and sins in fake charm and faux happiness.
When he notices Marceline,a fire ignites within his chest.
He is yet to understand why he is so drawn to the strange specimen that is Marceline Blackwood.

"I'm scared."
"Of what?" He responded in his rich,deep voice that sent shivers up her spine.
"Love."
She replied,and he instantly felt the urge to kiss her until her fears turned to faith.