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“And if I were?” She held up her head.
“Teach me your ways.” I bowed my head.
She pushed my head away. “Can you believe this? That we’re strangers—”
“At this point, we are, at the very least, acquaintances.”
She thought about it. “Acquaintances who just say, ‘Oh, yeah, I’ll get married because I’m told to by my family or because I need money.’”
“Yes, that seems correct.” I chuckled, finishing off the wine. It was very sweet. “The higher you are in the world, the more strings you have attached to make sure you do not fly off, or so my father says.”
“You can’t just say father like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because your father is a king.”
I shrugged. “He is still my father, though.”
“Yeah, but I feel like when you talk about kings, you have to say it with...I don’t know, more gravitas in your voice or something.”
“For commoners maybe—”
“Oh, the commoners,” she teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
“I was expecting you to say something like, Be silent!” Her voice dropped as she teased me again.
“You are starting to make me self-conscious over how I speak.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute in a way.”
“‘It’s cute,’ you say.” I leaned closer to her, and she pushed me to the side, making a face at me.
“Oh, don’t pretend as if you haven’t ever been told that you’re handsome.”
“No, never,” I lied, pleased by the direction of this conversation.
“So you are the ugliest man in Ersovia? No wonder they had to look outside the country for someone to consent to marry you.”
“First, you accuse me of being a playboy, and then you tell me I am ugly.”
“The second part was sarcasm.”
“So, the first part is what you honestly think of me?”
She drank, not answering me.
I did not think I had ever met someone who seemed to want to fight me so much. And I just met her. “You are probably the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.”
She scoffed, “I’m just probably the only one who doesn’t treat you like a prince.”
“Yes, what is up with that?” I said with the same accent I had seen in some American movies.
She had already smacked me, pushed me, and insulted me to my face.
“Well, Your Highness,” she said. “Along with your Dalsgaard syndrome, I’m also, as people would say, coldhearted.”
