"It looks like the princess Corina Bailey is really a terrible dancer," August stretched his lips into a smile while pressing them together, masking his urge to push the princess away.
It had been the umpteenth time since she had been mercilessly stepping on his feet with the atypical hard sole of her special shoes. The archduke, being a gentleman, was putting up with her tact. The more he stayed silent, the more she kept stepping on his foot. Poor him! Perhaps those harsh steps had already caused bruises on his pale feet.
"Pardon, Your Grace," the princess lowered her head a bit, feigning a compunctious facial expression. "I am not so good as Queen Maeve Stark at dancing."
"I never had a dance with her, but judging from her nature and confidence, it's clear that she is a hundred time
