CHAPTER NINE (B)

"You don't have to worry about that, I don't need protecting. I can take care of myself," Xander's eyes mocked with laughter. He had seen her fighting skills years before and hoped they had improved. Because even though they had finally pushed the rebels back the enemy lines, the Princess still needed protecting. "If you don't mind-,"

"Don't mind what Princess?" Xander smiled bashfully at her.

"You are holding up the line. I would like to get the meet and greet done before I turn ninety."

Xander couldn't believe she had dismissed him like that. He stood at a corner in the room and watched how she interacted with the other men at the party. She was just as dismissive with them as she was with him, if not more. Xander was glad that he wasn't the only recipient of her icy cold demeanor. It was obvious she didn't want to be there. Even more obvious when she snuck out of the party.