Yay! New chapter! I hope you guys like it... I have decided to update every monday so hopefully I can help you survive school. ;)

Ok, so chapter 2 is rather interesting. I hope you enjoy it! I took some people's advice and tried to separate the dialogue. Please tell me if I am doing it wrong, though!

In this chapter, you meet Loki, get in huge trouble, get threatened and then Loki does a creepy 180. Enjoy! :) This should be interesting…. O.o

Chapter 2

You quietly sucked in a surprised breath as you opened the large, oaken door. Stepping softly inside, you let it close gently again. You quickly glanced around the room, taking in its rich, dark-wooded furnishings. The enormous bed, the huge fireplace, the thick, luxurious furs that were almost carelessly draped on the bed, and finally your glance led you down to the luscious carpet at your feet.

Your head flew up when you heard someone clear their throat. There he was, standing at the entrance to what you guessed was a dressing room. Before you had time to register anything about him other than he was tall, you gave a low curtsy, not daring to look him in the face. You heard soft steps over the carpet coming towards you, but you froze, hardly daring to even breathe. Only when you felt cool fingers under your chin putting a slight pressure on you did you come out of your curtsy. You stood straight and finally raised your eyes to his face.

His cool blue eyes swept over your face. His eyes, oh, his eyes. They were like pure aquamarine jewels with no blemish. You always thought your eyes were pretty and jewel-like, but you knew yours were nothing like his. Yours probably looked like ill-colored blue glass next to his. You blushed, at lowered your gaze to instead his mouth. His pale lips were tinged with a soft pink, they looked so beautiful and inviting. They looked right at home with the rest of his pale completion. You had to resist the urge to touch them, they looked so soft. You blushed even harder this time and settled for closing your eyes since you figured you would find something wonderful wherever you looked.

His hand twitched at you chin, "Did I give you permission to close your eyes?" he asked silkily.

You mentally shook yourself. Idiot! You thought to yourself. You know better than to do something without a Prince's permission! You slowly opened your eyes again. "Forgive me, my lord." You squeaked out. The corner of his mouth twitched for a moment as his eyes met yours. You cleared your throat, embarrassed. "Forgive me, my lord." You tried again. There, your voice sounded normal. But to you it grated roughly against the soft, pleasant sound of the fire crackling in the background and his smooth voice.

He nodded, "Apology accepted." He murmured. He let go of your chin and you slowly let out a breath you did not know you had been holding.

He raised his eyebrow, "Are you scared, girl?" he asked, seemingly indifferent.

You shook your head quickly. "No, my lord." You squeaked.

He narrowed his eyes. "Liar." He spat, "You are more afraid of me than anything else and yet you tell me you are not afraid." He hissed, turning back to his dressing room, "You disgust me. Lying so openly to your Prince." He went inside his dressing room, muttering something about finishing getting dressed.

You blushed, you had not even realized he did not have a shirt on! You looked at the carpet instead, forcing yourself to think about what would happen if you stepped out of line at all.

From what you had heard from the village gossips, he was a monster in a Prince's guise, supposedly. He was apparently cruel, cold and someone who did not care for the feelings of others. So, naturally, you were petrified, and ready to beg forgiveness for the smallest of things. You started as you felt his hot breath on your forehead.

"Are you ready, girl?" he asked softly. Your head shot up, neatly connecting with his jaw. You gasped and your hands flew to your head and then your eyes widened in shock. You were so dead. You had injured a Prince! Forgetting your own head, you followed after Loki who was stumbling away towards the bathroom, clutching his jaw. As you stepped in, you saw him pressing a wet towel to his lip.

You sucked in a breath, waiting for the blow. "My lord! I am so sorry! Please forgive me, my lord. I did not intend to hurt you! Please…!" you trailed off timidly when you saw the Prince glaring at you from the reflection of the mirror. You swallowed your last apology, instead letting your eyes beg for you. You bit your bottom lip nervously as the prince pulled away the towel from his lip to reveal a small cut which was not bleeding too badly, but to you, it could have been a huge, scar-leaving gash. Any harm of any Prince was an immediate death sentence.

He paused, staring at you. His ice-chip eyes boring into yours through the mirror. You took this opportunity to compare eyes. His, you figured out before, but yours next to his? Well, yours next to his looked like light blue forget-me-not flowers. Not too bad, but you preferred his icy aquamarine. It looked like they commanded respect wherever he went. But yours looked submissive and soft. Which was probably good at that particular moment.

You paled as he started to speak. "You realize, girl, that I could have you beheaded for that? Mistake or no, harming a Prince in punishable by death." He said silkily.

You gulped nervously, "Yes, my lord." You said, your voice wavering. He smiled, almost like he knew you were scared and he was enjoying it very much. You started to back up, away from him as he started walking, almost prowling, towards you. Eventually you hit the bed. You scrambled onto it, but he jumped on and grabbed your hips, pinning them against the headboard of the bed.

"I hope you realize that I hold you in the palm of my hand right now. I could end your life, or make it hell. Or just ignore your 'accident'." He added as an afterthought, almost talking to himself. His eyes were filled with malice and cunning, and flicking around your face and below your face as well.

Your eyes asked the question for you, "How could I make your life hell?" he said, finally making eye contact with you and grinning. "Well, I could give you to the guards as their plaything and then get you back at the end of the day." he suggested darkly. You shook your head frantically, your eyes starting to water at the pain his hands were giving you at your hips. "Oh, you don't want that? Why not? It would be such fun. I could lend you to the captains who I am sure have at least a little bit of honor left and would only mar you a little. Then the captains might give you to their underlings, which I am positive have no qualms about having their way with a lady. They would have plenty of fun, ripping you apart from the inside, bruising and bloodying you. Then, once your day with them is over and it comes time for normal people to sleep, you will come traipsing up to my room, full of joy and energy no doubt, and then I can have my turn. I don't sleep very often through the night, so you might have to keep me company. Or else, maybe you would start your day with me before the captains and soldiers and then come back to me at night as well. Hm? What do you think?" he asked, finishing his gruesome monologue.

He grinned for a moment, "There is no use answering. It does not matter what you think, anyway. No one will care about your personal hell." He added, you tried to push him off but his hands came up and held you wrists above your head. His other hand came down to grasp your chin as you shook your head in desperation. A drop of blood dribbled down his chin, making him look almost maniacal. He wiped it off on his shoulder, "No used struggling, girl. No one will help you." He whispered, practically breathing down your ear.

A tear rolled down your cheek, this was it. You were done for. He flinched as the tear made its way to his hand he glanced at it for a second then back to you.

"You women and your tears." He spat viciously, throwing you back onto the bed. You lay there, silent sobs wracking your body. He went back to the bathroom and re-entered the room holding a small pot in his hands. "Now, girl. Since you have done me a grave injustice, it is your job to fix it." He said, his voice smooth once more. He sat down next to you and pulled you up. He shoved the small pot into your hands, "Put that on my lip." He muttered. You nodded, afraid.

You twisted open the warm little jar and gently dipped your fingers in and gasped. It was hot! You quickly pulled your hand out and he rolled his eyes. "Get on with it." He growled. You nodded quickly and stuck your fingers in again, ignoring the pain. You pulled your fingers out again, hovering over his lip.

"May I touch my lord?" you asked, quietly.

He nodded, "Hurry up." He muttered. You gently dabbed your fingers over the cut, ignoring his hisses of pain. Slowly spreading it around, you covered the cut with the lotion. Wiping your hands on the towel he handed you, you screwed the lid back onto the little ceramic jar. Setting it on the bed next to you looked up to find the Prince following your every motion, hungrily.

"You must realize that you are mine, girl. I don't share my things." He growled, if this was supposed to be consolation it did not do much to help. If his reassurance was to say you were his and his alone, which would only mean you would spend your entire day with him. Great. He must have seen that in your eyes and frowned. "At least I am not a castle guard. You should be grateful to be in here." He spat, standing up from the bed.

"My lord." You said, breaking the silence. He whirled around to face you.

"What, girl." He hissed. You opened your mouth about to tell him you would prefer him use your name when he interrupted you,

"Tell me your name." he said suddenly, as if he read your thoughts again.

You frowned, "My name is Anastasia Diamond Rose. Most call me Rose, though, my lord. It is my mother's maiden name." he nodded.

"I will only call you Rose when I deem you worthy. Roses are strong and can withstand a lot, clearly, you cannot." He said you frowned, a bit insulted. "I will call you…" he paused, thinking. "I will call you doll." He said, grinning. "Dolls are controlled by their owners, are they not?" he asked, seemingly innocent.

You paled, but nodded. "Yes, my lord." You whispered, not daring to talk back.

"Now, doll." He said, slowly walked towards you and sitting on the bed, "We are going to have some fun."

This chapter is kinda weird. I am not really all that pleased with it. In it, you play an odd game, Loki opens up a smidge, and you make your way to lunch.