just wanted to know if anyone knew a good beta reader, because in case some didn't notice my grammar sucks anyway thanks for the reviews and i hope you enjoy this i'm having some writers block so any suggestions are very much welcome thanks
"I hate you people" she whispers in to my ear as her warm breath caresses the flesh of my face. "I don't even know who your god-damned prince is so I don't know how to stop him from loving me." She continues waltzing around my body so that she is face-to-face with me. Her ebony hair swishes and glistens as she continues her sensual dance around me. I can feel my control slipping, I don't wish to hurt her but, if she continues she won't have a choice in becoming my bride.
The dagger, sturdy in her hand, is still held harshly against the flesh above my jugular artery. Not that it mattered, she could cut me and I would bleed yes, but, I would not die the wound would heal itself in a matter of minutes. Still, what she had said intrigued me; my father had sent men here to stop her from loving me. She had never met me at all.
"Leave" she whispered harshly removing the dagger and pointing with it to the window. "Oh, and tell your king to stop sending you that or he needs to train his soldiers better because his army gets easier and easier to sneak up on. Just because your vampire doesn't mean you're invincible" her voice floated through the air like a sirens sweet song. She turned dismissing me, a feisty one was she, and I loved good prey. I walked to the window and lifted the latch, before pushing the window open to let the icy tentacles of night into her room.
She gasped slightly and shivered dropping her dagger onto the desk and wrapping her pale limbs around her self; in a vain attempt to stay warm. I tuned to look at her and sat on the sill of her window. Her lavender eyes drilled into my own, daring me to back down. Her bare feet echo on the wooden floor, a percussion to the orchestra of nature floating through the open window. She continues toward me, stopping only a few feet away. Her face turned toward the ground. She looks up and in her eyes I see the scared little girl hiding behind her tough facade.
"Please, just leave me alone" she says and a lone tear escapes the prison of the lilac whirlpools of her eyes. A splinter pushes into my skin as I push on the sill to stand up. I'm half way through the window when I turn to her and whisper "I'm their prince" and I stay long enough for her face to light up with surprise.