He hadn't done anything to provoke her. In fact, they had never even crossed paths before. This was their first meeting, and yet from the very beginning, her gaze was unfriendly. Now, she had even rolled her eyes at him.
It seemed the stories about her willful and rebellious nature were spot-on.
But Hardy wasn't about to let her have her way.
So what if she was a British princess and second in line to the throne? That was nothing more than a ceremonial title.
Hardy had money, power, and guns.
And he was a transmigrator on top of that.
He was in England because the British needed him.
Why should he be afraid of some little girl?
Hardy stiffened his face, raised one corner of his mouth, baring a single canine tooth, and made a fierce grimacing gesture toward Princess Margaret, responding to her eye-roll with an exaggerated sneer.
Margaret's expression froze as she processed Hardy's reaction.
