I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 6

"After the third party, I'll have the token back, we can announce our engagement then."

"Don't be delusional." I stepped on his foot again, smiling as he winced with pain. "We're not even friends, much less in a relationship."

"You're mine."

"I'm no one's. And you have at least eight women who would love to marry you."

His hands tightened on my own, the grip painful. "I don't want them."

"And I don't want you." I shrugged. "That's life."

"Do you want my brother?" He tried to pull me closer, but I stopped on his foot hard enough to stop the motion.

Yes. "It's not any of your business who I want."

"Fine." He snarled. "I'll become King, and then you'll have to listen."

The song ended, and I gave a sigh of relief. Graham kept holding onto my hands, despite my less than subtle attempts to pull them free. Just as I was considering a more drastic escape strategy, which would involve kneeing him in the testicles, a voice interrupted our silent struggle.

"Brother, how good to see again! How about we trade partners for the next dance?"

I looked over to see an unfamiliar smiling face. He was obviously younger, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, his golden hair and green eyes similar to Graham. But his face was more angular, giving him a sharp, severe look, and his eyes seemed to roam around the room, stopping seemingly at random as he assessed everything before him. I felt his gaze crawl over me, and shuddered with disgust at the delighted light in his eyes.

There's something wrong with this man.

"Fetter, what are you...?" Graham started to question him, but trailed off in shock as he saw the man's partner. A very familiar woman.

"Hello, Your Highness." Chloe, dressed in a long, purple gown, smiled sweetly at him.

"Chloe, you joined Fetter's side?" I was shocked. As far as I knew, she had disliked that character in Deadly Crown, obsessed over Graham instead.

At my question she shot be a glare, before recovering her expression. "I happened to get lost in the castle, and Prince Fetter was kind enough to offer to escort me." She fluttered her eyelashes at Graham. "Shall we dance, Prince Graham?"

I watched, shaking my head as Graham took her hand slowly, studying her dress with a cold expression

He might be an obsessed, egotistical prick, but he's not an idiot. Graham had been involved in intrigue since he was a small child. His mother was a scheming force to be reckoned with. Did Chloe really think he would trust her once she had shown support for Fetter?

"Let's dance." As i thought it over, Fetter took advantage of my distraction, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the center of the room, ignoring Graham's look of anger at his gesture.

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The music started up again and we began to dance.

"You don't seem excited."

"Why wouldn't I be excited?" I answered in a flat tone. "I get to dance with all three princes today. I'm honored beyond all expression."

Fetter smiled, the expression making my skin crawl. "Between dancing with the princes in a beautiful ball gown and drinking poison...?"

I thought it over. "I guess it depends on the poison. There are a few that might rank lower than this."

"I see it." He laughed. "I wondered why they were so desperate. But I see it now." He leaned closer. "It's your eyes. We've grown up crooked thanks to that worthless old man on the throne, never knowing what it would be like to have someone treat us as people instead of a tool to be used. Your eyes are refreshingly free of greed and desire. It's almost as if you have no expectations from this world."