Keith Strangely, her rejection stung me, and now I was just rambling to save face. “Fine,” I said, doing my best to sound unbothered, “if that's the case, I would love to join you sometime. What do you like to read?” She looked excited, “history, geography, agriculture…” but she stopped talking suddenly. Did she really not like me at all? Was there something odd about me? Perhaps I had left a bad impression on her yesterday.“I have a huge collection of books at my place,” I tried again, “maybe you'll like to browse through sometime?” “Your Highness…” “Keith,” I cut her off, “everyone calls me by my name in school.” “Keith,” I had not known how beautiful my name sounded until I heard her say it, “I couldn't possibly do that.” I was not going to force anything. “You ungrateful wench!” my second cousin shouted, “this is why I wanted to teach her a lesson, Keith. She doesn't know her place in this pack.” “And what would that be, dear cousin?” I asked Betsy, keeping my voice humo
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