The ball was crowded; the heat combined with your over the top dress was making you nauseous.
”Men will want a woman who cares about her appearance.” Your mother’s words rang in your ears. Not like you cared what men wanted.
Being the princess you were expected to find a husband; the main reason you came to these royal events so often.
You were now wandering the hall; Trying your best to ignore the passing men’s gaze.
Suddenly, Your body bumped into something hard, sending you stumbling back. You looked up realising it was a man.
He was tall; Clearly older than you. But he didn’t seem to bother, his eyes roaming your body; As if you were his prey.
Before you had time to process, a soft hand was in yours; pulling you away from the man.
You looked up; noticing the grinning girl beside you. ”Sir Demeroven; He’s tried it with every girl here, atleast once.”