"William, stop." I plead, trying to pull my arm away.
The stubborn Prince just shook his head as we marched up the steps and to the door or my dorm. He digs his free hand into his pocket and pulls out his keys, quickly finding the spare one to my door and opening it with ease before dragging me inside.
He didn't stop until we were in my room, the door shut and locked before he finally let go of me. There were fresh tears on my cheeks and I rub my wrists, looking down at William's fingers that were now printed onto my arm. I could tell by the soreness that there were going to be bruises tomorrow.
William was pacing, occasionally shaking his own hand and I looked at his hand, seeing the knuckles on his perfect skin torn and red. I stood up and went to him, taking his hand in mine gently b
