To him, I was just another date to the ball, another name in his book and conquest in his ventures. He would likely repeat the tale of tonight to his brothers and courtiers, raucous laughter and jaunts would follow, poking fun at every feature on my person. Little did he know that I knew of the dealings in the dark- of the consultations with the wicked that took place at witching hour. I knew of the demons and cruel power the crown prince wanted to welcome into the lands of our queendom. As I strapped daggers above my corset and among the folds of my gown, I braced myself for the night that was to come. Another brush of rouge high on my cheeks and another deep breath to cleanse my sould prior to the sins that were to be committed.
My mothers voice called me from the dining hall below.
"Just a moment, I've almost finished."
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler, Italo Calvino - thank you for the closing line!