156 Mess ( II )

"Putting your hands on a woman doesn't seem very noble does it?" Lumielle asked, her golden eyes looking at the hand that was wrapped around her wrist. She yanked her wrist away, angrily snatching it back to herself, "Sir Allard."

His cold eyes stared down at her. What was his deal? She could not crack his code. Was it because Cosette looked like the weeping flower that he was turning into a brave knight?

"Your false chivalry doesn't impress me, if you're going to be a knight go play a knight to a fake Princess."

Her words were loud enough for people to hear as Lumielle winced, her head pounding as she turned on her heel to walk back inside. What would happen if people hated her because of what she said? Nothing. She didn't care anymore. Her reputation could hit the bottom of the blue sea and she would have no care in the world. Let them scorn her. What had happened when they all loved her?