Starting with Carls lead, she began to move with him. She tried to adjust her waltz to his footwork by counting it in her head, but she was worried, What should I do if I step on his foot? That idea made her legs dull and led her to step on Carls feet.

Looking down, she couldnt see his face, but she thought he was angry. Hain said that getting stepped on the feet feels like shes getting hit by a hammer.

Later, her feet twisted as she struggled not to step on his feet. The more she was careful, the more she stamped his foot. Eventually, she couldnt bear to be sorry, and Sienna shouted,

I cant. Im sorry! Not much of a ballroom dancer! Im afraid Im beyond redemption. Id better be the flower on the wall, as Kitrol says.

Im sure youre not good at dancing.

Carl looked down at the back of his foot. He didnt groan when he was trampled on his foot, but that didnt mean he wasnt feeling hurt.

Im sorry. It hurts a lot.

She flopped down on the bed. She felt as if she would be humiliated tomorrow as Empress Arya had hoped. Well, she was sure as she had already built up a bad image for her.

She married without the permission of her husband and took off her wedding dress on the first day. Moreover, it was clear that Arya would have been rumored everywhere, even to have been born and raised in the northern outskirts of society. Even if another rumor was to be added, one flaw to her poor dancing skills, what would be the matter in contrast?

Here!

Carl reached out to her, who was upset.

If its with this King, itd be better for you to take your shoes off now.

Would you be alright?

Dancing varies greatly depending on how good a man is at the lead. Your skills are so messed up that you cant overlook them, but my skills are so great that they outweigh your shortcomings.

He was showing off his pride in a dignified manner, but she couldnt introduce what he said. She was sure Carl was good at dancing.

Sienna took his hand and stood up again.

I think I should take off the goods first. My shoes are so tight that no matter how good you are, you wont be able to leave your feet running from mine.

As Carl said, his dancing skills were of a high standard again this time. The problem was Sienna. She was too much of a build for her opponents excellent expertise. Its not that she doesnt have the beat memorized, but her feet would always move strangely and was hard for her.

Kwahaha!

Carl burst out laughing as he danced with Sienna at the waist. He buried his face in her shoulder and smiled.

What is it?! Acting as if a person thats suddenly gone mad.

Hahaha, continuously living as I have until now, Ive never seen anyone with body moves just like you.

At his reaction, Sienna stuck out her lips, pouting and complaining. Carl pretended not to see her expression.

Even if I was to hold monsters and dance, theyll move more smoothly and enviously than you. I dont think your body is made of stone. I dont know how you cant find the beat properly and move the hands and feet separately.

Sienna was still unable to refute what he said.

I thought you had a good head, but when we danced together, I realized that youre only smart. At least, Im sure theres no need for smarts in dancing at all

Even if I cant dance, dont you think youre being too harsh. About monsters and being a stone. And even making of my hair for that too. Whats the big deal about dancing? Dont you look down on people just because theyre not good at it?

Its a big deal. Its weird that you cant do this much if its nothing.

Unable to find a rebuttal to Carls words, Sienna gasped and stared at him.

No thanks. I wont.

Youre not good at dancing and youre not very tenacious.

Even if you say anything, Im not doing it anymore.

Dont be like that, come here. Because I dont want to see my wife be humiliated by Empress Arya.

I dont think I can do that. Ive memorized all the steps but my body just doesnt follow me. If I step on the other persons foot while dancing, my head goes white and I cant remember anything. It would be better for everyone if I give up rather than to injure a stern persons foot tomorrow.

Carl strode to Sienna, who stepped back and pulled her back. Sienna looked into his eyes and was surprised by his sudden action.

Step on my foot and look up.

Sir Carls foot?

The most important thing in social dance is to act like youre one with the other. Just like the toes touch each other and dont fall off.

Carls suggestion didnt put her on her feet.

If you cant keep up with me, itll be a way for me to carry you.

Sienna remembered Kitrols words. His dance was like a warrior who goes to battle the king alone.

Its not that one person can dance well. Its important to lean on the other person instead of trying to do it alone. The more we depend on each other, the movement comes out better.

His words gave her a throbbing heart. He was just asking her to dance together.

Has she been feeling lonely?

The thought of fighting alone must have been too hard for her. It was just the beginning, but she was already exhausted.

But now it was comforting that he seemed to say, Lets fight together, and that she could rely on him. His words were like the cold winter when the sun bursts at dawn past the end of a long night.

Sienna climbed onto his foot, as Carl said. Carls feet moved, so did her feet. The fear of stepping on his foot or how to move the next step was lost. She relied on his steps to move.

Music flowed into her head even though she didnt count the beat with her mouth. In the daytime alone, thousands of piano pieces, which had been heard and felt sick and tired, were fluttering like bright petals.

It was not until he finished singing one song to his feet that his feet stopped moving.

What do you think? Its not as bad as you thought, is it?

Its amazing.

Ive always been good at teaching someone. I taught Bluebell a ballroom dance before. Once the boy finishes his adult life and makes his social debut, hell make a name for himself with his dancing skills. Its all thanks to my good leadership.

Bluebell. Sienna felt her heart beating cold.

What did you expect?

She came down on his foot.

The sound of the midnight bell seemed to have made her become Cinderella. Dancing in the princes arms in a fancy dress, she was actually just a girl in rags. When the fairys magic unraveled, it was nothing but a lump of a cocoon.

In fairy tales, the prince visits later, but it was only a fairy tale. The reality was not as beautiful as fairy tales.

Such a magical story that the prince came to visit and puts on the glass shoe would not happen to her. The reality was to look at the prince, who marries another princess with pumpkins and mice rolling under her feet in rags. The prince was oblivious to the fact that there was a beautiful and good princess named Bluebell.

Thats enough.

Do you think its going to be a one-time thing? We should practice a little more.

Only

It wont do me any good to practice. Its not Carl whos going to dance with me tomorrow, but I really shouldnt be getting on your feet.

Sienna looked down at the floor, looking dead and talking. She didnt notice Carls face hardened.

Who are you going to dance with tomorrow?

I dont know. Tomorrow, Carl wont be able to participate in the banquet, so Ill dance with someone who offers me a dance. If they dont have a crush on me, wouldnt one of the Phoenix knights come forward and ask me instead?

What was it like before? She couldnt remember clearly who she danced with, but it certainly wasnt such a pleasant memory.

Ill dance with you.

Sir Carl?

Sienna asked back because she thought she heard it wrong. When he looked up, he seemed to assume that she had heard the right thing to look at him.