He was being daring and unbashful. The words were more of a threatening nature which I could not help but stiffen over.
Raising my hand, I snapped my fingers in front of his face making him flinch back into reality. He had been staring at my face.
"Prince Lysar," I began, "thank you for commenting to me on my beauty. It is very much appreciated."
"Yes, yes," he snapped back and finally took his eyes off me to look away.
"It is a given that the future queen of Astria has to be beautiful." I smiled when I saw him stiffen up a bit. Well, my humor must meet raised in the barbaric Kingdom of Lethoris as well.
"Now, please warn me." I wave my hand at myself, "I am sick and shivering. Please, my kindhearted prince, kindly warn me and then allow me to continue my rest." My words were a taunt and he recognized them as such.
