I have just finished Graceling and I thought it was an amazing book so I wrote this. It's short and quick but I thought of it awhile ago and wanted to write it down. Not my best piece of work but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Graceling or any of the characters (But I like bananas! :D).

I walk down to dinner in the deep purple dress, guards by my sides. After all, they must not leave Randa's precious graceling niece unprotected. I sigh deeply. How I would love to just be alone, or even just with Raffin. We arrive in the dinner hall and I sit. It's not a big fancy dinner, like the ones Randa often has, so Randa is not here. I cannot see Raffin, which I hoped I would. Directly across from me is that disgusting person I call my cousin. It is not comfortable to be this close to him. Every breath chokes me with his heavy perfume that I suppose is meant to smell nice but it's far too strong. As the meal progresses he leers at the young serving girls, I have seen him do this so many times. It's one of the main reasons I dislike him, though I hate most things about this distant cousin. He's been at the court for a while now. He's due to leave soon and I'm looking forward to it. Even now as I watch him he reaches out to a girl, thin and blond haired, she looks about 9, not much older than me. As he touches her she jumps back, afraid. He seems to enjoy the look on her face, the pig. He chuckles at her reaction and she blushes with shame and embarrassment. She ducks her head and quickly scuttles away. I watch her leave and silent tears roll down her red cheeks. I turn back to the cousin, he's whispering something in his neighbour's ear and they both guffaw together. They are beasts, all men are beasts. They live to shame young girls; young, vulnerable girls with no means of protecting themselves. I hate them all, particularly this distant cousin. I do not even care to know his name for he is a terrible person and I want nothing to do with him, or any other men. I do not eat much of my food and I continue to watch him humiliate the servants. After he laughs at another girl, a pretty dark haired one, with bright green eyes, he looks at me. He smiles at me and cocks his head to one side. Oh no. I have been dreading this moment, I hoped he would not notice me but that's not likely to happen. I'm a graceling, I do not go unnoticed. I bet his comment is about my eyes.
"Such a pretty little one" he says, "Graceling eyes can be so very unattractive. But you, lucky girl, look better for it."
They are so predictable.
"What is your grace, my sweetness? Storytelling? Mind reading? I know. You're a dancer."
I see the smirk creep onto his face as he notices how uncomfortable I am. How dare he call me sweetness, the swine! Why would I want to discuss my grace with him, even if I did know what it was? I scowl at him. I don't care to sit and be mortified by him. Why should I, anyway? I scoot my chair back and stand up, turning to leave. I will not stay. Not with him. With this monster. I feel a hand on my leg. Anger surges through me. I swirl back round. How dare he touch me! I will not be scared or ashamed by him of all people. I see his face, his smug, stupid face. How I hate his face. Before I know what is happening my hand flies out and smashes him on his face. I feel the force of it. He falls off his chair and onto the floor. Someone screams. I stand there, watching him on the floor, unconscious. Everyone is looking at me. Did I do this? A pool of blood is spreading from his head. I take a step back. What happened? A voice makes its way into my blurred thoughts.
"He's dead."