The First Lady

I lifted the rose-colored whale-bone skirt. I figured I might as well act innocent, so I leaned toward Edward's ear and said, “Darling, what did Toxiulie mean just now? I didn't understand. How annoying. You must be thinking I'm stupid.”

He shot me a glance without answering. A vein in his forehead twitched.

I went on, “You men are so annoying, always filling your heads with dirty thoughts. Why aren't you saying anything, Your Highness? You're ignoring me again.”

He covered his forehead and gave me a sidelong look. “What are you doing?”

I thought about it. “Don't you think I'm adorable like this?”

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Aren't women acting all coy like this what you men like best?”

He pinched my face and kneaded it hard. “Sophia, don't think I won't bully you.”

I glared at him. “When have you ever not bullied me? You only do it because you know I like you. Go on, try it! Tonight, you're sleeping on the floor.”

“Darling,” he threw himself at me. “I'm sorry. You can bully me instead. I'm adorable, so bully me all you want.”

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