Skyler's eyes curved into crescents, mirth dancing within them, as he leaned in for a kiss almost instinctively, captivated by the dazed look of the princess in his arms.
But just as their lips were about to touch, she raised her knee and mercilessly struck him between the legs, making his face go pale as he hissed and staggered backward.
Skyler pursed his lips tightly, staring at her with a mixture of disbelief and indignation.
"Damn… what was that for?"
The princess straightened her clothes, the flush on her face deepening as she took in his deeply wronged and pitiful expression.
"We only met for the first time today. When I threw my spear at you, we were miles apart. So, what exactly do you think you're doing?"
Skyler blinked, his gaze oddly innocent.
"Ah, right… but it just felt kinda natural?"
