Get me married
So, I walked over to him and wrapped my hand around his waist.
“Please, I want this, I don’t want to be a laughing stock, I don’t want to embarrass you and I want to be worthy of marrying you too,” I pouted.
“I don’t care about all that. And who ever says a thing against you will surely fall by my hands,” he growled, clearly not heeding to my pleas.
“Would you kill everyone who says I can’t dance as well?” I asked.
“Even when it’s the truth?” he went quiet and stared at me.