Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 93

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Chapter 93 You’re Not Handsome

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Jasper’s anger flared, yet before he could utter a single word, Margaret spoke right over him. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. In your eyes, I’m foolish, crucl, plain, and worthless. You believe that if Crown Prince Christopher never cared for me, Prince Theodore could never take any interest in me either.

“You’ve always seen me as deeply flawed–and that’s why you act like you’re doing me a favor. You want me small and meek, stuck in my courtyard day after day. You expect me to follow every order you give, without a single complaint, don’t you?”

Jasper’s expression darkened sharply. “There’s no need for you to speak so poorly of yourself.”

Margaret let out a sharp laugh. “I’m not putting myself down at all. I’m just saying out loud those ugly thoughts you keep hidden in your head. That doesn’t mean I believe any of it.”

She looked Jasper up and down slowly, a mocking glint in her eyes. “And let’s talk about you for once. I’m plain? You’re hardly any better. Those heavy dark circles under your eyes make you look worn and haggard–and you still dare to judge my looks? I may be a little fat, but you’re skin and bones, thin enough that a strong wind could knock you right over.”

Jasper’s eyes stretched wide in pure shock, his gaze locked on her in disbelief.

Margaret held no fear and kept her tone blunt. “If your tunic wasn’t thick enough to hide it, everyone would see how frail you truly are. You only have your face going for you. What noble lady would ever take a fancy to someone so weak? No one in their right mind would choose you–not with your cruel, unkind sister hanging over your head. No family would ever want their daughter to marry a man like you.

“It’s no wonder you’ve never taken a wife. You ought to be more realistic about yourself. You can’t hold a candle to real, strong men out there. Crown Prince Christopher has his faults, but he’s tall and sturdy. Even other young lords are strong and steady. You’re soft and fragile–no woman would want a man like that. You’d do well to worry about your own life. Spend more time building your strength, and stop meddling in trivial household drama.”

Jasper stammered, face red with rage, “How dare you speak so disrespectfully? I am your elder brother.”

He stumbled backward step by step, then leaned weakly against a thick tree trunk to steady himself.

Margaret let out a cold laugh. “I’m your blood sister, and you never hold back from cutting me down with harsh words. What’s wrong with what I said? I only spoke the same cruel truths you toss at me every day. You get to point out every flaw I have, but I’m not allowed to say a word about yours?”

“I speak only from care–every word I say is for your own good.” Jasper’s voice held clear frustration, disappointed beyond measure.

Margaret stared straight at him, her tone dead serious. “I’m only trying to help you, too. I’ve barely said a few things, and you’re already this furious. Everything I said is the plain truth. Why can’t I compare you to other men the way you constantly compare me to Stella? Even the servants in this manor are strong and sturdy. Look at your thin arms and legs–how will you ever protect a wife in the future?

“I’m only being honest, Jasper. You’re no longer young, and you need to plan for your future. You’re not handsome, and you’re not tall. You may seen decent here in the estate, but next to Crown Prince

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Chapter 93 You’re Not Handsome

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Christopher and Prince Theodore, you look tiny and weak. A young lord ought to carry himself with strength and courage–timid fragility is no mark of a true man.

“Your taste in clothes is dreadful, too. You have no good qualities at all, yet you spend all your time picking apart other people’s mistakes. No young lady would ever fall for someone like this. Grow up, act with more restraint, train your body, and calm your bad temper. Being ill–tempered, weak, and blind to your own flaws is nothing but pitiful.”

Jasper stood frozen, too furious to form a single reply.

Margaret had spoken her mind in one long, unbroken stream. She watched him point at her, lost for words, and a quiet sense of satisfaction settled over her. She then turned and walked away without another glance.

Why is it only men get to criticize women?

No one gets to treat me like that. It’s utterly ridiculous.

Jasper never chased after her, even as she walked far out of sight.

Margaret relished the quiet freedom at last.

The first thing she did upon returning to her room was bathe thoroughly. She shut herself inside, locked the door tight, and checked every wound across her body with careful care. She then gently spread healing salve over each cut and bruise.

After that, she collapsed onto her bed and slept soundly deep into the middle of the night.

She stirred awake for a moment in a half–conscious haze. She’d traveled and fought through exhaustion for a full day and night, and her body was worn thin. She redressed her bandages slowly before lying back down and falling right asleep again.

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