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Holding onto the darkness

*anti-hero* *lover-obsessed* *enemies to lovers* A lonely princess trapped in a tower by a paranoid father, and a prince, who secretly longed for love, but avoided it just as passionately. With threats to the Empire created by the families of them both, would they be able to find love amongst it all or will all crumble down to nothing? ***** Katerina stood by the door, not making any sound, or attempting to come forward. She just kept her back against the door, so, if in case she had to leave, she would take less time and get her ass out of here. The man in front of her, who was sitting behind his desk, was her fiance. Someone who I had belonged to since childhood. In fact, before she was born actually. The man who looked disappointed, and held his head in his hand. Gulping, she regretted the choice of clothes she had worn. It was cold in her country and she was barely wearing anything but a piece of clothes. The night was ruined and now she was at the mercy of the heater about which she wondered whether it worked or not. “Why,” Matvey sighed, “why are you here?” ‘To have fun with my friends,’ she wanted to say, but then refrained. Her friends were actually downstairs, and must be waiting for her. It was the one night where she had backed her father to let her go with her friends, and by far, she knew she was going to go home for the rest of the night. “And now you have no words.” He chuckled ruthlessly. “I always find you here and there, somehow always in my sight, and that, with what you’re wearing,” he pointed his hand at her, “seeking my attention is one thing, but whoring yourself is completely another. Do you think a man wants to marry a whore?” Her eyes widened and before she could even control herself, her tears had already made their presence known. Blinking, she looked away, and her tears dropped her cheeks. How could he say that? “I suppose I have not made my decision clear so I will say it clearly, get out of my sight and my life. Walk the other way where you find me walking in the same direction or just fucking better yet, remove your existence from in front of me. Is that understood?” Hie voice turned Harsh with each word, hitting her heart with a hammer and a nail so painfully that she let out a little whimper, accompanied by a sob. Katrina’s throat choked up but she attempted to answer him. “Y-yes—“ “Good.” He sighed. “Now, get out.” Before he could even say the words, she was already on it. She opened the door and flung herself out of it, only to notice who was standing beside her as she left. A scantily dressed woman who moved inside, just as she moved out. Shame burned her from within as she moved through the dance floor, and moved out to where her car was already waiting for her. “Drive home, please.” She whispered. Drive home, and away from him. Hopefully forever.

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A wasted effort - I

Madam Varya sighed. "Is this a tantrum?"

Katrina looked up, blinking her eyes in question. "Pardon me?"

"I asked you a question, twice." She raised her hand with two fingers pointed up. "You have ignored me. Since I think you are too old for spanking, I am willing to just ask; is this a tantrum?"

"Why would this be a tantrum?" She frowned but then schooled her features knowing what would follow.

Madam Varya, her governess, narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ignoring me is a tantrum to me. Did you happen to talk to your father about it again?"

Katrina lowered her eyes to knees in a second. She would rather not be told 'I told you so' and take the heat here too.

"Ah, dear child." Madam Varya tsked. "I instructed you not to do so for a reason. Your father was never going to allow you to move away from him."

She sighed loudly in an attempt to cover up the discomfort she felt. 'God', she realised, 'I am going to cry'. It was inevitable.

Madam sighed and came closer. She placed her hand on Katrina's shoulder and patted it softly. "There, there now. You mustn't cry over something like this. We knew it was always going to be a wasted effort from the beginning."

Wasted effort… yes, that was exactly what it had been. A wasted effort.

"Hold back the tears, Katrina." Madam Varya warned as her voice returned to the stoic and stern tone. "Life has not presented you with anything to cry about. So, my suggestion would be to not invite it for such."

"Go and wash your face."

At once, she stood up and left the study room. She crossed the room where her cousin was studying and went to her room with a sniffing nose. Katrina only raised her head once she was standing in front of the mirror. To her horror, her entire face was blotchy and red. No wonder why Madam Varya had sent her to the bathroom.

She blew her nose twice with a napkin before washing her face and moisturizing again. It was going to be a scale on her knuckles if she ever presented herself with dry skin to her governess.

The red had not disappeared from her skin, but it had calmed a little bit. Perhaps she could blame it on the winter.

She chuckled, it was going to be another waste effort to blame it on something so trivial. Also, she was almost always red anyway. shaking her head, she checked herself for one last time before moving out of the washroom to the study room once again.