15. What you think of me.

Barak had never been left more speechless in his entire life. He really was short of words. He knew that being the prince, people could actually lie to make him feel better, they could tell him he was good-looking and rain praises on him that he looked like the almighty dragon god.

They could probably be doing all that because he was the prince. But he had also seen his reflection a thousand times, in the mirror, on his sword, on the surface of the water, and by all the demons in hell, he knew beyond doubt that his manly features were not to be rivaled easily.

He knew for a fact that he was handsome, and he took much pride in his natural body features. He was tall. A good 6ft and eight inches. He had arms and legs as sturdy and strong as a horse's limb. His broad chest and shoulders were… Well they were broad. Very... Like a gorilla's. And they nicely trimmed down to his perfectly slim waist.

And he trained. Right below his chest was perfectly rock-shaped into six parts.

And he didn't even want to think of his hips and other parts. The ladies loved those parts even more than they loved his upper body.

His hair, dark and naturally wavy, would have been longer if he allowed it. But it was a bother, so he never let it pass his upper shoulders. He had mesmerizing eyes, he knew that. Many ladies had fallen for the charms of those eyes, his nose was pointed and straight like an eagle, his Jaws were firm like a tiger's. His chin and cheeks were dimpled.

As much as his eyes had won him a lot of hearts, his mere smirk had done so too.

In no way, manner or form, was he wrinkled or old!!

And he most definitely wasn't ugly! Where the hell did these people get their information!

And worst of all, he was married, to not just one wife, but wives!! He'd been single all his life! Well, he'd had women, for pleasure, for craving, for long nights. But a wife—wives?

"Wow!" he was indeed speechless. His hands fell off his chest and rested on his hips. Should he shock her now and tell her that he was the prince. The so-called old, wrinkled prince. What would be her expression?

"I did not know I had grown old and wrinkled." He suddenly blurted out the words. It was dark, but he could still see her face. He was a dragon blood after all. Seeing in the dark came with the package.

So if he wanted to, he could see her clearly in the dark. And he wanted to. And he did. He saw her face cringe, with confusion at first. But then a certain light touched her eyes, followed by a curve at the corners of her mouth, and before he knew it, she was laughing her heart out. She didn't believe him.

"What is funny?" He inquired.

"You. You're so funny and persistent." Barak's face cringed.

"What is funny?" He asked again.

She held onto her stomach a bit, trying to gain back composure and stop herself from laughing. "It's funny how you're going to lie that you're the prince just so that I can tell you the message of the princess." she burst out laughing again.

Barak could not believe it. First he was an old and wrinkled ugly man. Now, she just made him a liar. This woman was definitely something else.

"What makes you believe I am lying?" He had to ask. Didn't he look like a prince? I mean, yes it's dark now, but she definitely saw me clearly before! Didn't I look like a prince to her then? But then his hands brushed the tunic he was wearing. Yeah, he didn't look like a prince. Maybe like a warrior taking a rest, but definitely his attire wasn't one fit for a prince. A crown prince.

"No offense but, I know you are a dragon blood. And I do not expect you to have the pride and dignity that we elves have. But for a prince, you just don't look it. A prince can never be caught wearing simple attires like this. And I already told you, you cannot trick me. I might not know what your prince Barak looks like, but I definitely know, from what I've heard, that he is old and ugly. And you, my dear sir, are—"

"Young and entrancing, well thank you."

"Young, aye. I never said entrancing." she quickly said.

"Handsome?"

"I don't think so."

"You do not think I am handsome."

"Nay." She was blunt and quick to reply. Like she didn't even have a second thought about it.

"Good-looking then?" He continued.

"I think it is the same difference."

"Fair to look upon?"

"Not really,"

"You do not think I am fair to look upon?"

"Nay. No I do not." Once again her reply was straight and direct.

"How about Arresting, I do believe I have arresting features."

"Well then my dear sir, you better look in the mirror more often. I promise you, your belief will change."

He couldn't believe it. She didn't believe he was the prince, she believed he was a liar, and now, she was calling him ugly to his face!

No woman had ever resisted or denied his body and face. They showered him with praises of his unrivaled looks every time. So was this woman blind? Yes, the place was dark, she couldn't see him now, but she had seen him before!

His ego was bruised and his pride broken. This little woman who was the size of a peanut just did that to him.