"Calm your nerves and smile." I heard a low whisper from behind me and the hand on my waist palpably tightened. Never in the history of calming down has anyone calmed down by being told to calm down.

I looked at Reuben in a dubious manner and then looked back at the cheering crowd, trying to ease my nerves but they were my nerves. Where on earth did they ever learnt to calm down.

I was visibly crying without tears now. Forget smiling, I was positive I looked like the female version of Shrek, green with anxiety and extremely ugly.

And then I felt Reuben abruptly pinching the side of my waist while he muttered to me, "I told you to calm down and smile and you subsequently turn into a green fiend the very next minute? Where's the logic in that?"

"I... I, it's too much pressure okay! I can't calm down." I whisper-screeched back. Calm down, my aunt! I think I was rather having a panic attack under the pressure.

"Oh? But you do know you have to appear in public ever so often from here after, right?" He said in a frisky tone. Why did I feel he was taking pleasure in my misery.

"I know okay. Please don't stress me anymore than I already am Your Majesty." I yapped in exasperation.

"Oh no. I would never, My Queen." I felt him smiling at my predicament and my irritation grew ten folds.

"Are you amused with this situation Your Highness?" I spat out in ire. I couldn't believe he was such an ass to drive pleasure out of my plight.

"How could I, fake Lizzy." He muttered back. "Hear me, I have an idea. I think I can make you relax your nerves in an instant." To which I raised a brow.

"Oh? How's that?"

"Like this." He abruptly grabbed me and planted his cold lips on mine like it was the most natural thing to do. In front of everyone.

"..........." I've decided. I'm digging a hole in the palace yard to bury this freak.

I felt like I was in season 5 of my life and the writers were just making ridiculous shit happen to keep it interesting.

Yeah. Those were the thoughts circulating inside my mind as I was being kissed the hell out in front of every being of Reveldron. Not a great feeling, I tell you. Not that the guy didn't know how to kiss but being kissed by a stranger, much less a person who was intent on taking my life just the other day was very.... uncomfortable. I may look wild, but I was in no way cool with PDAing with a stranger of medieval times. What can I say, I was an innocent soul that way.

I consistently tried to pull back or push him off, but I was unsuccessful. Apparently, the guy seemed to have realize my discomfort and was in turn kissing me more fiercely. He arms were around my waist in a vice like grip and I found it impossible to break free of his grasp. I was cursing God for being a sexist and bestowing strength only to the masculine gender as I vaguely felt he was enjoying this farce way too much as he deepened the kiss.

The moment he put his slimy tongue into my mouth, I hit my bottom-line. How was I Zylith Sanders, if I wasn't to use my teeth to stop the invasion of my mouth. I still fuzzily remember biting off my bully second cousin's nose off when he tried to intimidate me with his glare and his wide scruffy face; and biting Lora Jerrell's pointy index finger off in fourth grade when she tried to pin me as the culprit who pushed her in the cafeteria; oh, and I could never forget the taste of the blood of those bastard slave traffickers when I had a bite of their flesh. So, I was basically a pro. I was a maven at biting, so expert that I feared I would be retrogressing into a cannibal very soon.

Hence, I looked at his serene face with sneering eyes as if disparaging him with a tone that said, 'Buckle up you pea-brained Kermit, you just flipped my bitchswitch on' and bit his tongue off with all my might, seemingly trying to rip it off his mouth.

He groaned in pain and I subsequently felt an abrupt sense of pleasure in the plight of his desolation. But the very next second, I felt a pain very similar to my tongue being dismembered off mercilessly. The son of a bi*ch bit me in retort.

My face crumpled into a foul countenance and I felt helpless in the clutches of this profane brute.

Keep calm and hold in your grudges Zylith. This too shall pass. It might pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.