They walked away, leaving the princess fuming mad on the spot.
After rounding a corner, the man could not help teasing her. "Little thing, I didn't expect your mouth to be so vicious!"
He pinched her nose gently thereafter.
"Well, who asked her to be so arrogant? Did she think that I was a pushover? Hmph!"
She curled her lips into an adorable smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
The man was actually curious.
"How did you find out her status?"
He had never mentioned that princess to her.
She gave him a glance before explaining, "I could guess her status from her mannerism. She was haughty and carried a strong aristocratic presence from the very start. It's evident that she's from a noble background."
"Eh…"
"Plus, her heavy French accent gave her away. It was easy to guess her identity."
The official language of Morokko was French.
