Her eyes narrowed in annoyance.
Everybody seemed to just expect women to fawn, whenever a manly piece of well built flesh told them, they were pretty. To her? It never had mattered.
She had never cared for being pretty, had never been the princess, always only the heroine who fought, saved people and, most importantly, won.
And no matter how good looking, ruggedly, sun tanned, ruffled good looking, the guy reducing you to your looks was, she still didn´t care for it.
Grabbing the handles of the wheelbarrow, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder.
"Thanks, so are you"