Cristian stood in the ballroom, breathing heavy as his hand almost broke into the wine glass bottle he had. His heaving was loud but he didn’t want to do anything else. He was getting annoyed with you not listening to him. He was throwing a ball and he wanted you to leave so he could enjoy his time with some ladies.

You were the only thing he could trust right now. Since he was so old, his whole bloodline was dead, even his older wives were gone. Living years in solitude after being shunned away by society and told to never come back, you had come for him to be your savior. He had killed your village for trying to sacrifice you even though you were so young. And somehow, you managed to wriggle your way into his heart.

You were the main ballroom, it was like no spot in this castle was safe from your tiny feet. With a low growl of anger and a short glance back at you, he whispers. “Sweetheart, I am fine. Go away..” Knowing how you got sometimes, he sighed, as he fought with his own body. “Please, princess.”