The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride-Chapter 65 Takes Two To Tango

Two weeks ago, if someone had told Harold that he would be strolling around the town like this, it would have sounded like a terrible joke. If someone had told him that he would be dressed in rags like this, the person must have been prepared to die. And if they had told him he would be following a little girl aimlessly, he would have laughed. But here he was. Even Alvin could not help but wonder about the charm she was using on Harold. He was talking a lot, and he even seemed more like a human now, except that Harold kept trying to maintain a bored and disinterested expression.

Harold watched with a bored look as they stopped by to watch some people that were dancing. Alicia seemed fascinated by it because she clapped happily just like the rest of the crowd and kept trying to stretch so that she could see what was happening since the others watching were all taller than her. Seeing how she was stretching so much but still couldn't see what was happening clearly, Harold's lips twitched, finding it amusing, especially when she began to swear in frustration.

"Can you dance?" She suddenly turned to ask him while he looked ahead as if he had not been staring at her just now. At least the straw hat didn't only help him hide his white hair, which would make people recognize him easily, but also hid part of his face.

"I don't need to," he answered indifferently.

With a mischievous smile on her face, she put her hand up, yelling, "We will dance."

'EH?' Harold's wolf asked in confusion, while Harold looked at her like she had gone crazy and tried to walk away, but she held his arm, pulling him back.

The crowd turned around to look at the two of them. Some were startled when they saw how she was dressed, while some were fascinated because of how unusual and cool it was. Naturally, the men were the ones frowning at it while the ladies admired her outfit.

"You will dance?" A man on the small stage asked.

"Yes."

"No."

Alicia and Harold answered at the same time. "Come on, it's going to be fun. Trust me." She whispered to him.

Harold didn't even want to imagine it. Him. Dancing here? That was the weirdest thing that was ever going to happen to him. He would rather die.

"Fun? Like you did in our wedding ceremony?" He asked, reminding her of how talentless she was. ƒ𝘳ee𝔀e𝚋n૦𝐯el.c𝗼𝓂

"Hey! That's not fair. You can't judge me by that. Look, it all depends on the type of music. That one was terrible, and I couldn't do much with it. But with this... you are going to see just how cool your wifey is," She concluded with a wink that had him raising an eyebrow.

"An endearment for a wife. Wife. Wifey."

"It doesn't make sense," Harold said and tried to walk away again, but she pulled him back before leaving his hand and running off to the stage.

A frustrated Harold stood there as he watched her tie up her already short shirt, exposing her belly button, which had him frowning and a lot of people looking at her like she was a crazy person.

Ignoring all of them, she gave them her best salsa move. Maybe she was bad at every other kind of dance, but she had starred in a movie where she had to master some salsa and tango moves, and the sound of the drums and flutes put her in the mood to show this rare talent to the world.

'That is... surprising...' Harold's wolf said, surprised that there was something she knew how to do. Her moves were like nothing anyone had seen before, and judging by the way the crowd was looking at her, it seemed they were more fascinated by her dancing than what she wore. Or maybe it was the two of them at the same time.

She blew a kiss at Harold when she turned around and locked eyes with him, causing him to look away from her with his hands folded across his chest. 𝒇𝗿𝙚ℯ𝑤ℯ𝑏𝒏𝑜ѵe𝙡.c𝐨ｍ

The crowd began to clap in sync, following the sound of the drums while she did her thing happily, forgetting where she was, who she was, and her endless escape plans.

When she locked eyes with Harold again, she stretched her hands, calling for him while dancing towards him. The crowd, which had significantly grown since she started dancing, parted, giving her the chance to reach for her unwilling partner, who glared daggers at her as if saying, "Don't you dare," Unfortunately for him, she could not see his eyes, so she reached for his hands and began to pull him along with her.

Since Muhammad won't go to the mountain, the mountain would go to Muhammed. And the mountain just visited Muhammed now because there was no place he would be able to run to now, especially since the crowd had gathered around them.

"Let's tango together," she said over the loud musical instruments that were following them.

She didn't wait for him to walk away or get angry because she began to dance with him, locking their hands together, pushing apart, twirling towards him, and falling into him. Even though he didn't want to participate, he found himself unwillingly doing so, especially when he caught her from falling. He didn't know what they were doing, but judging from the reaction of the audience, they seemed very interested, and the crowd was growing larger.

She held his hand up and twirled in a spot several times before pushing away from him with only their extended arms in between them. She repeated the action and twirled towards him, and when she fell on him, he was quick to catch her in his arms with his hands around her waist with one of her legs on the ground and another one in the air.

They remained like that, eyes locked together until Alicia began to laugh while trying to catch her breath. Unconsciously, he smiled at her and pulled her up, so she was standing beside him now. She bowed at the audience, who could not stop clapping and asking them to continue, but she was done and she was starving. She couldn't believe that watching people dance had distracted her from eating.

Grabbing Harold's hand, she pulled him along with her as she ran away from the grumbling crowd.

'I can't believe you just danced in public!' Harold's wolf said in an accusatory tone.

'I can't believe it either' Harold thought as he followed her. He had never done something like this, but he had to admit that it felt rather... good?