Try Running Away From Me

The crown prince who returned from war was the very image of perfection. His black hair gleamed darker than the night, his green eyes like a summer forest, and his beautiful face seemed the incarnation of a god of war. Everyone was captivated by him; everyone submitted to him. He was an absolute being who reigned over all — and I was no exception. He was the destroyer who ruthlessly shattered my beautiful world, the one who trampled my life...