I Became The Wife Of the Monstrous Crown Prince

CHAPTER 19 - 20

The greetings were coming to an end. Count Bellacian tried to approach me, but when I stared, he could not say a word and finally retreated.

I was sure he had boasted that I respected and followed him, but he couldn't come forward because he was afraid they'd find out about that lie.

I saw a little child next to Count Bellacian. Just like me, she had blond hair and blue eyes.

Her eyes seemed to resemble mine, round and cute, but her eyes were more droopy, so her aura was mild.

It was Diana. She looked much lovelier than what was described in the novel.

I was looking at Diana when a man suddenly blocked my view.

Richard cut his way past Diana and came towards me.

"Your Highness, long time no see."

"Ah, yes."

I answered with a wry smile. Why was he talking to me again after being rejected like that?

"You've become more beautiful."

He was still young, but his comments were so cheesy. It was common praise, but coming from him, I found it off-putting.

"Thank you."

As a courtesy reply, he held out his hand.

"Your Highness, will you allow me a glorious first dance?"

'What are you talking about, bastard?'

Tenstheon said he wouldn't dance, but no one thought it was really because his dancing skills were rusty.

All citizens knew that Tenstheon was a good dancer. Countess Chardin also praised him for his dancing skills. He wouldn't get rusty that soon.

No one said anything about it, but they didn't ask me for a dance either because they thought I hadn't mastered it or I had a good reason not to.

Besides, I was the Crown Princess.

The Crown Princess' first dance partner should, of course, be the Crown Prince. For the Crown Princess, there was an implicit rule to only dance with the Crown Prince, his father, or his brother, if any.

Everyone else had stayed put in consideration of their status and circumstances, but I couldn't believe Richard was asking me to dance proudly.

I'm afraid I'd even refuse Count Bellacian.

Why was he confident that he won't be rejected? Only Richard, the male lead, could have this kind of confidence.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse."

"You don't have to be ashamed of your poor dancing skills. I'll lead you well."

So he was assuming that my skills were lacking? Even if that was true, he couldn't say that in front of everyone. He was really inconsiderate.

"You're not as awesome as His Majesty so I don't want to dance with you."

Richard's expression froze.

He was arrogant and proud. Normally, he would look down on everyone and treat them like his chess pieces, but he only acknowledged Tenstheon.

However, beyond his respect for Tenstheon, there was also a sense of inferiority.

Richard's pride had been scratched and he gritted his teeth. But in fact, I had been rather considerate.

"Oh, Your Highness, there's no one in the world more wonderful than His Majesty."