"What do you mean?"
I'm panicking.
I'm panicking because the world I hold so dearly is crumbling beneath my feet, even as guests twirl and sway around you, oblivious to it all.
"You know what I mean," the prince is saying, but his voice isn't its usual calmness. It's sharp and smooth and unnerving all at once. "I caught you with him."
When?
How?
Had the prince seen me sneak off with Casper, my true lover, during the night?
Had I let the crown slip beneath my fingers all because I was too careless, too easily spotted, and too naive to give up my true love.
He answers my questions, "And I can't have a cheater on the throne."
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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.''
