Fantasy villain

"Hello dearest princeling, what a delight to bump into you at this ball." The voice was full of feigned politeness, the real malice barely contained. "May I have this dance?" A sharp object could be felt resting against the young royal's lower body. "Let's not make a scene here, *heir* ."

villain

The villain looked at their handiwork, their enemy, the everpresent thorn in their side, chained up with no means of escape. The sight brought a smile to their face. "You can stop pretending to be asleep little hero, I know you're awake and it's honestly quite rude of you to try to avoid talking to me."