After teasing, Natalie Niles finally walked over to Connor, raised her hand to touch his face, "Why didn’t you apply so dicine? It’s so red and swollen. Did you use a cold compress?"
Connor wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, "No, it’s fine. I’m not afraid of pain."
Natalie’s heart ached terribly. She had initially thought that Connor was a Prince, the King’s own son, and at least his face would hold so dignity. She didn’t expect that even his dignity wouldn’t be spared.
He walks around the various palaces with this battered face, everyone can see how terribly he’s been beaten. Is this an intentional way to torture him and put him in his place?
Anger surged in Natalie’s heart. She wished she could go directly and kill that King!
"Who hit your face?"
Her tone was cold. You could tell she was grinding her teeth, eager to avenge him.
Connor suddenly laughed, his mood improved greatly, and even this cold palace seed more pleasing to the eye.
"A few guards hit . You can’t bla them entirely. I told them to use their full strength. I use them as sparring partners. My combat skills have improved quite a bit lately. Before long, those guards won’t be my match anymore. I’m ready to challenge the whole country! I still want to be number one!"
Natalie saw him full of fighting spirit and kissed his chin, whispering softly, "You’re a Prince now, you don’t need to be so skilled in fighting. Just let them protect you."
"That won’t do. I see their country greatly values martial prowess. If I can defeat everyone, I can better command respect, and I can be a Prince openly and honorably! When I protected the Young Master back in the day, the Young Master never slacked off just because he had bodyguards. He trained even more diligently than . The old man insisted he must have self-protection capabilities and not rely entirely on bodyguards. I’m the sa now!"
Connor felt her warm, soft lips and her tender body, suddenly overwheld with a protective and competitive urge!
He felt that as a bodyguard, he truly didn’t deserve her.
But as a Prince, there should be no problem, right? By then it would be very confident to go to her family and propose!
"Do you like being a Prince now? Are you willing to co back and govern the country?"
"Even if I don’t want to, the King wouldn’t let go, so I thought I might as well train and learn well, make sothing of myself, so when I beco King, no one can control !"
Connor has now completely given up the idea of leaving. It’s simply impossible. Although S Kingdom’s territory isn’t large, its population is significant, and there are quite a few formidable characters here.
This country’s genetic makeup is different from others, their physical fitness is extrely robust, and there are many martial arts experts. Even if he ran to the ends of the earth, he could be brought back.
Besides, he realized, why should he run? He could be the ruler of a nation!
At most, he would endure so hardship and lose so freedom.
"Why did you co? How co I didn’t know you could speak the S Kingdom language and be chosen as the Prince’s tutor? Quite a background! You’ve kept quite a few secrets!"
Connor’s fingers stroked Natalie’s face. Although his words were sharp, his heart softened like a puddle, he wished he could take her to bed.
Unfortunately, hugging her is fine, but doing anything else is impossible.
There was no one inside the hall, but outside a bunch of people guarded it, and any movent would be checked. He even had to lower his voice to talk to her, afraid of being overheard.
Connor was frustrated. He must beco King! Let’s see who dares imprison him in the future!
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