His dark eyes catch yours for a few seconds across the ballroom.
You look away too late, as he makes his way towards you, a path parting through the crowd for the Crown Prince, the man you're supposed to kill and the one you love.
His crown catches the light as he holds his hand out for you to take.
You take his hand with a hesitant smile, insides twisted as the thought of his fate swirls in your mind.
His hand is warm on your waist, and the closeness of your bodies makes you flush and your heartbeat a little faster.
The Prince smiles brilliantly, his eyes sparkling while leading you to the center of the ballroom, without a clue of what end awaits him
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
