TW/CW SA

The town was busy with people, but they all seemed to freeze as they saw the prince. A symphony of whispers erupted and wrapped around the prince like a thick blanket. He could feel their eyes on him, but he did not care. He was a man on a mission, this was day one of courting his soon to be wife. Permanent smile was on his face as he walked down the road. He imagined how warm and cozy their breakfast together would be. He would get her sunflowers; light a candle and they would eat the baker's fresh strawberry buns that he had grown to like. They would talk and flirt. The prince would look up from his dish to see that she had a bit of jelly on the side of her cheek. He would lean in and lick the jelly off. The mood would change and –

"PRINCE PRINCE"

He turned to see that Samantha was running after him. He could tell that she was angry, her face was red, and she was huffing. It was quite amusing to see such an elegant woman lose her composure. He was so amused that he hadn't noticed Samantha's hand reach out towards his face and slap him. He stumbled backwards more so from the shock. His nose flared and his eye enlarged. However, Samantha was not done with him, she kicked his kneecap hard. He fell to the ground, withering in pain. Samantha grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled it so that the prince was looking up at her.

"CELIA, CELIA IS WHO'LL MARRY???" She laughed in disbelief.

"Make no mistake, I think you're a pathetic coward with no right to rule but to humiliate me?"

Her grip tightened and she spat in his face. "You are a foul man and no matter what I'll make sure you are never happy."

The prince touched the spit, made eye contact with Samantha, and licked his fingertips. Samantha reeled in disgusted, and her grip went loose. The prince took the opportunity to get up and grab her by the waist. He pulled her so close he could feel her chest on him. He smiled down at her and petted her hair gently with his other hand.

"I can give you a royal seal too and make you my third wife." He leaned in even more and whispered, "I already know how dirty a woman you can be."

Samantha banged on his chest trying to free herself from his grasp. No matter how hard she tried she could not break free. The prince laughed at her silly attempts. He started kissing and biting at her skin. Samantha screamed for help. Quietly at first but then her screams grew louder and more desperate. She started crying and hitting the prince's chest more violently. Finally, a few men that had been watching nearby came to her aid. Begging the prince to let her go.