Chapter 58: Live To Sienna Pt.58
Reboot Sienna
Starting with Carlâs 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, âWhat should I do if I step on his foot?â That idea made her legs dull and led her to step on Carlâs feet.
Looking down, she couldnât see his face, but she thought he was angry. Hain said that getting stepped on the feet feels like sheâs 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 couldnât bear to be sorry, and Sienna shouted,
âI canât. Iâm sorry! Not much of a ballroom dancer! Iâm afraid Iâm beyond redemption. Iâd better be the flower on the wall, as Kitrol says.â
âIâm sure youâre not good at dancing.â
Carl looked down at the back of his foot. He didnât groan when he was trampled on his foot, but that didnât mean he wasnât feeling hurt.
âIâm sorry. It hurts a lot.â
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?
âHere!â
Carl reached out to her, who was upset.
âIf itâs with this King, itâd be better for you to take your shoes off now.â
âWould you be alright?â
âDancing varies greatly depending on how good a man is at the lead. Your skills are so messed up that you canât overlook them, but my skills are so great that they outweigh your shortcomings.â
He was showing off his pride in a dignified manner, but she couldnât introduce what he said. She was sure Carl was good at dancing.
Sienna took his hand and stood up again.
âI think I should take off the goods first. My shoes are so tight that no matter how good you are, you wonât be able to leave your feet running from mine.â
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 opponentâs excellent expertise. Itâs not that she doesnât have the beat memorized, but her feet would always move strangely and was hard for her.
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Carl burst out laughing as he danced with Sienna at the waist. He buried his face in her shoulder and smiled.
âWhat is it?! Acting as if a person thatâs suddenly gone mad.â
âHahaha, continuously living as I have until now, Iâve never seen anyone with body moves just like you.â
At his reaction, Sienna stuck out her lips, pouting and complaining. Carl pretended not to see her expression.
âEven if I was to hold monsters and dance, theyâll move more smoothly and enviously than you. I donât think your body is made of stone. I donât know how you canât find the beat properly and move the hands and feet separately.â
Sienna was still unable to refute what he said.
âI thought you had a good head, but when we danced together, I realized that youâre only smart. At least, Iâm sure thereâs no need for smarts in dancing at allâ
âEven if I canât dance, donât you think youâre being too harsh. About monsters and being a stone. And even making of my hair for that too. Whatâs the big deal about dancing? Donât you look down on people just because theyâre not good at it?â
âItâs a big deal. Itâs weird that you canât do this much if itâs nothing.â
Unable to find a rebuttal to Carlâs words, Sienna gasped and stared at him.
âNo thanks. I wonât.â
âYouâre not good at dancing and youâre not very tenacious.â
âEven if you say anything, Iâm not doing it anymore.â
âDonât be like that, come here. Because I donât want to see my wife be humiliated by Empress Arya.â
âI donât think I can do that. Iâve memorized all the steps but my body just doesnât follow me. If I step on the other personâs foot while dancing, my head goes white and I canât remember anything. It would be better for everyone if I give up rather than to injure a stern personâs foot tomorrow.â
Carl strode to Sienna, who stepped back and pulled her back. Sienna looked into his eyes and was surprised by his sudden action.
âStep on my foot and look up.â
âSir Carlâs foot?â
âThe most important thing in social dance is to act like youâre one with the other. Just like the toes touch each other and donât fall off.â
Carlâs suggestion didnât put her on her feet.
âIf you canât keep up with me, itâll be a way for me to carry you.â
Sienna remembered Kitrolâs words. His dance was like a warrior who goes to battle the king alone.
âItâs not that one person can dance well. Itâs 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.â
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, âLetâs fight together,â 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. Carlâs 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 didnât 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.
âWhat do you think? Itâs not as bad as you thought, is it?â
âItâs amazing.â
âIâve 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, heâll make a name for himself with his dancing skills. Itâs all thanks to my good leadership.â
Bluebell. Sienna felt her heart beating cold.
âWhat did you expect?...â
She came down on his foot.
The sound of the midnight bell seemed to have made her become Cinderella. Dancing in the princeâs arms in a fancy dress, she was actually just a girl in rags. When the fairyâs 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.
âThatâs enough.â
âDo you think itâs going to be a one-time thing? We should practice a little more.â
âIt wonât do me any good to practice. Itâs not Carl whoâs going to dance with me tomorrow, but I really shouldnât be getting on your feet.â
Sienna looked down at the floor, looking dead and talking. She didnât notice Carlâs face hardened.
âWho are you going to dance with tomorrow?â
âI donât know. Tomorrow, Carl wonât be able to participate in the banquet, so Iâll dance with someone who offers me a dance. If they donât have a crush on me, wouldnât one of the Phoenix knights come forward and ask me instead?â
What was it like before? She couldnât remember clearly who she danced with, but it certainly wasnât such a pleasant memory.
âIâll dance with you.â
âSir Carl?â
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.