Abused queen (dark romance)

two

      When we got to there, the party was in full swing. It seemed like all the women from the White Tower and neighbouring kingdoms came here. They were all ready and dressed appropriately. I felt underdressed in my cheap dress, but I didn't care. I came for the food, and to see the royals, and hopefully one day I was able to tell my kids of the story of me attending the choosing. The women there were ranging from eighteen to thirty. Mike and I were the only eighteen year olds there, Jen was already nineteen.

      They all looked beautiful, and the prince was a lucky man to be able to find a wife in this city, especially my friend Jen who was wearing white. It seemed to suit her very well. She was glowing, minus the glitter on her skin. That girl loved glitter and I used to tease her about it, but I think I’m used it now although it gets on my clothes now and then.

     We were waiting in line at the castle gates to get permission for entry with our invitation cards in hand.

     When it was our turn on the gate after we got searched and went through all the security measures, they asked for our invitation cards which we provided. We were quiet I guess, and a little scared since we’ve never been in the castle before. They gave us name tags, and bracelets that had different colors on them. The name tags had our names and age. I got the gold bracelet, Jen got the white one, while Mike got the pink one, making me smile. I couldn’t miss a chance to tease him.

     “I always knew you were the real princess" I laughed at him, making him glare at me.

     “No dear, I'm just queer," he said, sauntering away from me, making me laugh even more.

     We went inside, where we were sorted to our respectable tables based on our bracelet's colors. My table had everything gold with the mixture of white, and this was already exhausting.

      Our table had expensive cutlery that made me nervous to even use and white lilies with a gold centerpiece. Everything in here screamed expensive, and I was uncomfortable. The fact that I got separated from my best friend and my brother didn’t help the situation at all. Women on my table were rich and snobby, and I had nothing in common with any of them.

     ‘How am I supposed to enjoy the night with all of them?’ I thought groaning, and I got side eyes that made me hide my face in embarrassment, hoping they didn’t hear my thoughts.

     I turned around to check where Jen and Mike were, and their tables were really far away from mine. They were already having conversation on their tables. I guess I was the only bored one. I took my phone out and decided to play Candy Crush while I waited for the party to begin, and yes I was lady, that’s why I played it under the table. I didn’t want to be rude.

     I played until I saw people standing, but I was almost there and I really wanted to finish the level so, I didn’t stand immediately. I finished the level off with a smile on my face as all the candies got crushed.

     I finally lifted my face to see everyone looking at me, and I finally looked in front of me to see the most handsome face in our town, prince Samuel, and he was looking at me questionably. His brunette hair was nicely gelled back and his facial hair nicely trimmed. His square jaw was intense, his eyes so grey you would think they were silver, and finally, those plump lips that looked like he was pouting. Damn it, how could one person be this handsome?

      I didn’t even realize I was staring until our eyes met, and he raised a brow at me. I finally realized I was the only one sitting down, while everyone was on their feet showing respect. I stood on my feet abruptly and I almost tripped. I tried to balance with the table cloth but I pulled it making me fall with everything on the table ass first. The sound of glass breaking and cutlery falling, and all the chaos I caused was heard in the quiet room.

     Everyone was looking at me, some giving me a look of pity, while others with disgust, and others were pointing at me while giggling. I’m sure my face was red in embarrassment. 

     “I'm sorry," I said, trying to get up but I fell back down on the wet floor because of all the drinks that were on the table. Every time I tried standing, I kept on falling until I felt hands on my waist pulling me up. I turned to thank the person but I froze as I looked in the depths of those grey eyes.

     I felt like I was drowning in them. My knees buckled, I felt weak in front of him and my breath hitched. I didn’t even know when he left, where he was standing to help me and again I realized I was staring. I looked at the floor embarrassed and my cheeks red.