Zayne

Intro I had been watching her since she was a little kid. When she was 5, 10, and then 16. This year, for her 17th birthday, I finally decided to meet her. I watched her as she got ready, as she put on a dress designed especially for her. She looked beautiful, as always. The dress was dark red with white fabric in the middle, it revealed her shoulders, had small puffy sleeves on the sides, and then long, wide, transparent sleeves. It was floor-length and there were gold accessories and a burgundy and gold choker around her neck. I forgot to tell you, she was a princess, and I was no one she would want to have anything to do with, or so I thought until that moment. In fact, you could safely say I was her enemy. And then there was him... the prince her parents had chosen for her. Fuck... I wanted to get rid of him so badly. To twist those damn fingers that gently brushed her waist when he held her. Now he was dressed in a suit that perfectly matched her dress. He was the complete opposite of me. A blonde with icy blue eyes. Because she was a brunette with dark green eyes, I always told myself that I would be a better match for her. One day something inside me snapped. On her birthday (today) I took a dark navy suit from the palace. I was now standing on the sidelines watching the whole party in her honor dressed as some fucking prince. Her parents knew me too well, no one in this palace had such dark hair and eyes as me. But... they didn't recognize me. When she was leaving the castle, her gaze lingered on me for a moment, her cheeks covered in a deep blush. Point for me. She quickly looked away, pulled by Liam (the prince's name) towards the table with dishes.