CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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Williams had intended to hit her light, and thus he had only merely tossed the mug towards her, in an attempt to jump away from it, she had merely jumped into it. When he sees her writhing in pain for more than 50 seconds, he rushes to her, staring down at her.

Okay maybe he shouldn't have done that, now the King would definitely have his head, no doubt.

''Where does it hurt?'' He stares down at her, a line of worry crosses his face.

He hopes he didn't break anything girly. Women were so fragile even though they appeared strong. He wasn't a bad person and he wouldn't hurt a woman, but she was just spitefully annoying. How a Princess exhibit such annoying behavior stuns him.

She was curled to the other side facing the wall and sobbing.

''Where does it hurt?'' He repeats.

She was not answering him.

He tries to touch her, she hits his hands away as she screams ''Don't touch me! Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me'' She spat,