“WAIT, SO, let me repeat. Knox, the Knox, the Prince of this big castle, tried to kiss you and you pushed him away and ran? You ran away from that gorgeous man and refused his kiss?” Flint was furious. “What is wrong with you?”
I covered my face with both hands. The food hall was empty except for a few servants who had a late lunch, as we both did. Flint was sitting across from me. Her face was scrunched shut as if she was in pain having to listen to my stupidity. Any longer now, I would have to iron her face to get rid of the wrinkles.
When I did not respond back, she hit the table, earning a few curious looks from the people around us. I glared at her as I ducked even more.
“Be quiet!” I hissed. “Do you want people to hear us?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” she replied sassily. “I want everyone
