The Prince Wants Me

TATIANA'S P.O.V "Which color, my lady?" the maid asks. "Red." I say clearly showing my disinterest. She helps in to the dress and back to the mirror. "How do you want you hair, my lady?" "Down." She nods applying oils to my hair then painting my lips pink. "Anything else you'd specifically want to add?" "Mary, go and change then get ready. I can manage." "My lady, it's my–" "Go, I'm serious. Get ready, you never know your luck." Her cheeks turn pink as she rushes for the door. I don't see why I have to attend. I'm not getting a suitor yet so why am i going? I wish I could bury myself up in a hole. Firstly, I'm quite shy and scared. Secondly, my stepsisters won't spare me if I do much as get the attention of anyone. I let out a loud sigh as I grab my shoes and put them on before looking at my reflection in the mirror once more. All set. Time to go. I head out of the room and to the grand stairway with a carpet and Roses the color of my red dress. The King is at the bottom waiting as I descend. I was the last to arrive, everyone else is out and dressed so.... check, attention gotten. He takes my hand and leads me to the centre of the hall. What is he doing? It must'nt be me he's dancing with. He takes my hand while his other takes my waist pulling me towards him. The music starts playing and we slowly start to dance, spinning and twirling. "What are you doing?" "Consider yourself lucky but that's not the case. I want you to give my darling daughters all the attention they need tonight. Don't try anything stupid." I should have known it. The man only wants to remind me to stay away. I look at him quietly as his hand on my waist hardens. "Do you understand?" A smile stretches across my face, "Is father perhaps worried?" Why am I doing this? I never act this way although I used to. I have managed to fake the docile princess till she became real. This is going to cause trouble. "Do you understand?" he repeats. "No, no I don't understand." He grins and squeezes my waist even harder. Yes, it hurts but I don't want him to see that it does, I don't want anyone to see through me. "I'm am trying to be nice to you and–" "Try harder," I interrupt. Interrupting a king can have very severe punishments since it's considered disrespectful. "Are you perhaps drunk! How dare you talk to your King like that?" I turn to his daughters and they're already dancing with different men. Just listen and keep calm. You don't want punishments. "I'll stay away." She smirks thinking he won. But he's right. He has won. Because I backed out. "That's a good girl." he says and the song slowly comes to an end. I leave his side heading to a seat and plopping down on it but Pamela quickly arrives. "You can't tell me you're already tired. Look at everyone else dancing. This is amazing Tatiana." "I'm not interested." "Tsk, such a waste of beauty. You couldn't at least grab yourself man to show you the better things in life like....sex." Disgusting. I don't want a man to sleep with and then perhaps ruin my life just like the King ruined my mother's. I know that she giving me the wrong advice ...and it's intentional. I look up at her giving her the 'anything else' look. She mumbles something and walks away to another man. I'd rather be sleeping in bed. I turn and feel someone's piercing gaze on me. I turn around searching but there's no one staring. No one I can see except Stephen, the crown prince. He slowly starts approaching but someone beats him to it. "Hello, Princess Tatiana." The man has short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes that remind me of the sky. "Who are you?" I look past him looking for an escape but just spot Pamela nodding at me. "Prince Eugene," he says taking my hand in his before laying a kiss on it as a blush creeps his way to my cheeks. "Um...yeah, nice meeting you but I have to go." "But–" I don't wait for him to finish as I rush into the crowd and out to the balcony. The wind blowing through my hair, the stars promising to never leave me in the dark night. I love the stars buy I hate the night. The darkness it brings. I wish mother was still here, she would have held me close has we looked at the beautiful stars. Told me stories. Like how a rich merchants daughter fell in love with as married King, which of course is her story. Hoe she'd tell me about bring in love. Finding you true one-what did she call it... soul mate. Yes, your soul mate. How beautifully she described it. It made me want to have one immediately but then the stories ended. The adventures ended. The reckless fights ended. My mother was my world and it just.... shattered and the worst part is I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. I just let it all shatter. I hate myself for it. I really wish I could do something. Like kill everyone responsible for her death. Every single soul that took part in that crime. They poisoned her. Let her feel each single second of her death and I swore to kill them if I laid my hands on them....but that's if I ever will. So, they should be scared or not. I just want to go to be and soak in the warm blankets. Get lost in all that comfy warmth. But that same feeling is still there. Like I'm being watched. I turn around and look eyes with a... man. Brown eyes. Cute bear eyes.