Hardy straightened up, a victorious smile on his face as he looked down at Princess Margaret. Her face, however, was as cold as frost, glaring at him with eyes full of malice, as if she might bite him at any moment.
Hardy remained unbothered by that.
"Your Highness, let me introduce myself. My name is Jon Hardy," he said with a smile.
"Hmph!" was the only response he received from the princess.
"At the banquet earlier, why did Your Highness keep looking at me as though I had offended you? I'm quite sure that today is the first time we've met," Hardy inquired.
Princess Margaret clenched her teeth.
She snorted again, showing no interest in answering his question.
Suddenly Hardy felt a sharp pain in his foot.
Margaret had stomped down hard on his foot.
Hardy looked at her, and the girl's face was filled with satisfaction from her little revenge.
This girl did that on purpose.
