How did... How?!

"What happened to your lips?" Farrell asked when they were settled in the living room of his quarters.

It was safe to say the Waters were wealthy. They, as well, belonged to the upper class family. If the King wanted to throw a ball, they would most certainly be invited.

Letitia sighed letting down the cup from the mouth. She dropped it on the saucer with a clink before she immediately have an apologetic smile to Farrell.

She was supposed to drop it with the lowest sound ever but she had dropped it with a clink. It was with no etiquette at all. She hadn't behave like a lady at that moment.

"You know I don't care. You can be yourself in front of me. Now tell me, where did you get that cut on your lips?" Farrell said instead impatiently.

"It's nothing. Don't fret so much over this little wound," Letitia replied with a wave of her hand.

Farrell eyed the wound for a moment before he looked up to glare at her. She grinned at him and tucked her lips into her mouth making Farrell sigh helple