He cringed about that, as if he could feel the unwelcome cнιℓℓ running down his spine once again, but he sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ himself from remembering that horrible memory of when he left his мσятαℓ life, the m u n d a n e life.
The past is the past, and Ƒαтнєя Ƭιмє was a cruel man who яefυšeđ тø łøøκ вα¢κ. He found it b e s t to leave it.
“That’s иøиe øf чøυя вυšıиešš, ρяıи¢ešš.. Anyway, why are you ℓσσкιηg me up ? ”
{ ♥ }— Offended would be a harsher adjective to describe how the regal felt at that moment in time, but to say she was slightly irritated would be an understament. After all, she was a princess. She was in her palace, with an unknown boy - perhaps an intruder or a thief - and he had outright refused to answer her. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his tone, his attitude and how he had phrased his own question. Was he trying to make it seem like she was perving on him?! Well, she was royalty and no way was she going to let him off so easy.
“Excuse me? Well, what is my business is your identity and excuse for even being here. I know you’re not a servant or a invited guest, so you should probably fess up if you’ve stolen anything, y'know.”
“And also, walking around barefooted will gain you some attention.”
