"Did it hurt?" He asked, a cocky smirk etched on his face.
I willed myself to blow a cooling wind to soothe the embers of my temper that were slowly heating up. Had he not been the Crown Prince and my arranged bethrothed, I was tempted to bash his head in. I raised an eyebrow at him and drawled, "What? When I fell for you?"
He chuckled and answered, "No. Did it hurt when tripped over your own feet? I even tied your shoelaces into a bow."
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