Christabel's pov

He's eager to see me my true identity? He called me pretty. Oh! Silly you! You're blushing so hard.

"Why are you smiling?" The prince jolted me out of thought.

"Huh? I'm not. I just remember something funny." I quickly answered.

"I see. Are you going to participate or not?" He asked.

"I'm going to."

Gosh! The competition looks silly to me. Why does the king have to choose me among other boys? Argh! I just have to stick to the Prince's promise. He's going to be with me.

God! I suddenly felt high. What's wrong with me?

The prince treated my injury and I went back to...