Snippet #1861768

Belladonna
I recognized this voice as I took a slight step backwards. I had been hearing much too much of it this past day. Or rather, yesterday, as it was well past midnight already.
I scowled. "I choose when I go to sleep!" I refused to tell this miserable, pathetic excuse for a prince that I had trouble going to sleep sometimes. In fact, it was something she never told anyone; they found out about it. Her scowl turned darker as he pointed out that her voice had sounded like it was afraid. Why was he so perceptive? More to the point, why was he tormenting her?
I looked up as he moved forward, all of my nerves on edge. I had made a mistake. I was dressed in a midthigh white nightgown made of a fabric that tore easily. I wore no shoes. My pale hair, stretching till my ankles, was loose. I must look incredibly vulnerable. And I couldn't find without being indecent in these clothes, especially since they would rip.
I stared down, not meeting his eyes. "Overconfident I may be, but attacking is always better than defending." I whispered.
His next comment took me of guard. "What do you mean?" I looked up, meeting his silvery eyes.
Suddenly, I knew. "You didn't!"
His face told it all. "How dare you! How dare you read my letters!"
I attempted to punch him in the stomach.