The Perfect Prince Consort
"Princess, you're overthinking. I just didn't want to get blood on your dress," I said.
The three gentlemen, sensing the tension, didn't dare speak. Only the one with eyes similar to Gregory stepped forward.
"Princess, I know medicine. Perhaps I could bandage the Consort's wound."
"It's just a small injury. Your only job is to attend to the Princess," I immediately said.
Before the man could even respond, Keisha grabbed another vase and smashed it.
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