“You’re lying. That smile is fake.” Riding ahead of him, she scoffed. “Forgive me, but I don’t believe you to be an expert judge on that subject, Sir-Frowns-A-Lot.” He grabbed her arm again, and the intensity of his stare, of the seriousness… The tears nearly came again. “It’s. Fake.” This time, the smile on her face was real, but she could feel it stained by sadness. “So what?” He blinked at her. “So what? What do you mean, so what?” “Who cares if it’s fake?” She attempted to urge her horse away again. But he tugged her back once more, and her horse seemed more loyal to him, as the beast
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