Edward’s POV
The slap left a quick sparkle, and now my face feels like it's on fire.
I'm just standing there, eyes glued to Elizabeth, who's staring at her own hand like it's suddenly grown a second head. I squint at her. Seriously? Is she going to claim she slapped me because some mystical force took control?
I'm trying to process what just happened. One second, she’s smiling like a cat that swallowed the canary, the next, she’s as white as a sheet.
"You rude barbarian! How dare you strike the prince," General George bellows, frowning so hard it looks like his eyebrows might just hop off his face and start their own rebellion. "Guards! Take her out and have her beheaded!"
"Hold on," Lady Augusta cuts in, waving her hand dramatically. "She’s just a fragile, wronged woman. Why blame he
