The Soulmate From hell

Convictions

      So I hated him. With a passion really. It's hard explain but when you see someone so arrogant you just can't help yourself.
        I see him walk by, proud and regal with his soldiers marching close behind.
"Your scowl can almost compete with his Amelia. " I glance at my long time friend and feel my lips twitch upwards.
"Almost." I say as I lean against the tree Observing him.
   In all honestly, I have never seen him smile. Not even once. He was probably born with that frown.
What's his problem you may ask?
Well It's probably the stick up his arse.

"You know, if you hate him so much you don't have to sit here and stare. You'll be mistaken as one of his admirers."
Betty had a point. Despite his stoic and rude personality he has quite the number of admirers.  I gave an irritated glance at all the women who were fawning over him as he walked by. Can't they see that he is the devil reincarnated?
Why is society blind?

            I mean yes he is considered to be on the "Most handsome Male" list. But that doesn't mean he can get away with having a rotten personality.
I glare at him.
I hear Betty's nervous laugh. "So you're still not over it?"
She was referring to my past encounter with him.
"Nope. Not one bit" I say pushing myself off the tree and walking the opposite direction from him.

Trust me. I'm not the one to simply judge and just midleslessly hate on someone without knowing them.

But this guy.
You think some low life village girl like you can accomplish anything?
 
    I can still hear his voice in my head.
Fresh as the day he uttered those words.

You're nothing but trash that should sit at home and attend to your future husbands needs.

I feel my hands clench as I walk further away from him.

You? A warrior? don't be foolish. You'll die within seconds.

So what? Because I'm a girl I'm not strong enough? I'll never be good enough? Well then.  Its upto me to to prove you wrong. Isn't that's right?

Damien Stone?

I feel someone's gaze from behind and I don't bother looking back as my brown locks sway with the wind.
I don't look back because if it were the piercing gray eyes I despise so much then..
I might not be able to hold myself back. From teaching that bastard a lesson that was long due.
I suppose that wouldn't be the best thing to do. Attacking the youngest prince is punishable by death after all.

Author's note.

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