Tugging My Ear, Shaking My Head

Caspian Ponsonby was a prize. Grace Sinclair thought otherwise.
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Grace Sinclair has had anything but an exciting life, so when the Selection of America Schreave's grandson, Caspian, occurs, she can't pass up the opportunity to have a more exciting existence. She isn't in it for the crown, or the prince, she's in it for experience. And that interests Caspian, who was always one to chase what he can't have
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""Uh, your majesty. I'm sorry, I forgot that part. I'm a bit, well, awkward when it comes to new people and I need to get used to you before I can actually hold a decent conversation and-"

"You talk quite a bit, Grace Sinclair. I'm Caspian, but I'm sure you knew that. And you are by far the most beautiful girl that has come up here today." I took one look at his eyes and could tell he was lying. I could tell by just looking around the room. There were plenty more beautiful in the room.

"Do you use that line on every girl?" This resulted in me getting an eyebrow raise from Caspian. He smirked at me before nodding his head.

"Yes, I use it on many girls. Do you use that awkward spiel on every boy?"

"My 'awkward spiel?' I just... why would I ever use that to get a boy?"

"I found it quite adorable.""