I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 146

Chapter 143: Dancing Together

Bathed in the setting sun, the young boy asked with the most sincere inquiry.

Watching this scene, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel her eyes well up.

She had truly waited too long for this dance.

With shimmering eyes, the princess blushed slightly and beamed a smile.

“Of course, you are my knight.”

Her fair, delicate hand unhesitatingly fell into Roy’s palm, her warm, soft body leaned nervously closer to him.

Roy took her hand and led her to the center of the banquet hall’s dance floor.

The lights gradually dimmed, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset cascading over the palace. The cacophony quieted with the twilight, and a beautiful, soothing melody began to play.

The elegant melody flowed out, and in the center of the dance floor, their figures moved together, igniting the climax of the evening in a graceful and brilliant display.

Though they had practiced in private, both were somewhat inexperienced, and it always took a little time to get used to a new dance partner.

The scent of gardenias made Roy feel a bit disoriented, and Charlotte shyly lowered her head, unable to meet the boy’s gaze; their movements were stiff and awkward.

This wouldn’t do, Roy thought anxiously. As the son of a marquis, he couldn’t tarnish his family’s image. For Charlotte, this was her first dance as an adult, which held profound significance.

Most importantly, Roy wanted to give her the perfect response to this promise that belonged solely to them.

He did not wish to let Charlotte down.

So, taking a deep breath, he forced himself to steady his nerves, letting go of his boyish shyness and, as usual, gazed intently, casually lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Who would’ve thought, even the princess would be nervous?”

“I-I’m not…!”

Taking advantage of the girl’s moment of distraction, Roy’s other hand quietly slid around Charlotte’s back, resting on her slender waist.

The princess trembled slightly, letting out a soft whimper, her eyes filled with reproach as she glared at him.

Yet she did not resist, nor was she displeased; instead, she leaned into Roy’s embrace, surrendering herself to him.

Roy’s initiative was met with a response.

He finally relaxed completely, holding the girl’s hand, moving his feet in familiar steps as they had practiced.

As the lights danced with the dusk, her fiery red gown swayed and shimmered, their feelings to dance together overcoming shyness and anxiety. Their steps gradually became lighter, movements less stiff, and in the interplay of their glances, joy was reflected in their smiles.

The dance turned, their styles changed, and the melody rose higher.

In tune with Roy’s steps, feeling his breath, gazing into those mesmerizing dark eyes more captivating than diamonds, Charlotte felt her cheeks grow hotter, her heart race, becoming intoxicated and unable to hold back any longer.

His gaze, his warmth, his breath—everything was so intoxicating, more wonderful than anything Charlotte had ever imagined; it made her forget everything and surrender completely to his embrace, relishing in this dance that belonged only to the two of them.

With elegant yet passionate steps, they bloomed under the radiant sunset, like the most dazzling red lotus in the world, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

It was unclear who first smiled, but in that moment, both their faces shone with the truest joy.

As the climax faded, the melody returned to a gentle pace, and their steps came to a halt.

Yet the girl’s fluttering heart yearned for more.

Still holding hands, neither wanted to part, and rather, the opposite was true; Charlotte, with moist eyes and slightly panting breaths, gazed at the black-haired boy’s lips, instinctively leaning in.

In that atmosphere, no man would refuse.

“Roy, I actually…”

Suddenly, applause burst forth like raindrops, startling Charlotte into jumping back.

Only then did Charlotte realize that they were not alone; a crowd of nobles was watching, and her face turned an instant crimson.

What she had just thought of…!

Roy had already figured it out, unable to hold back a chuckle at the girl’s adorable act.

Nobles rushed over, showering them with heartfelt praises.

Nearby, Leisha grinned excitedly as if thrilled for the couple’s dance more than her own, while Carl continuously applauded Roy from the sidelines. However, the originally imposing king quietly wiped away tears in a corner, looking oddly pitiable.

Pity aside, the young couple nestled against each other showed no signs of wanting to part ways.

The first dance was reserved for the protagonists of the coming-of-age ceremony, but from the second dance onward, anyone could join in. With Roy and Charlotte kicking things off, everyone’s enthusiasm reached its peak as they flocked to the dance floor.

But Roy, together with Charlotte, retreated to the empty balcony, enjoying the serene moment shared only between them in the evening breeze.

Alice and Lisa, acting as the girl’s close maids, stood guard at the balcony entrance, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Charlotte casually sat on the balcony, smoothing her dress, crossing her finely sculpted black silk-clad legs.

Even now, a hint of rosy glow and laughter lingered on Charlotte’s face.

“Who would’ve thought you danced quite well, you’re quite skilled.”

“Well, I can’t let the princess… I mean, Charlotte lose face, can I?”

Noticing Roy’s slip, Charlotte’s smile deepened as she jested, “Did you train specially just to dance with me?”

Unexpectedly, Roy met her gaze head-on and unhesitatingly admitted, “That’s right.”

“Since I don’t want to waste the chance to dance with such a beautiful girl like you, Charlotte.”

“You…” Caught off guard by his comeback, Charlotte fell silent for a moment before shyly muttering, “You traitor.”

“Hey, I’m just speaking the truth,” Roy dramatically sighed, earning a playful punch from the flustered girl.

Worn out from their playful banter, the two leaned against each other, watching the slowly setting sun.

“By the way, I’ve decided to become a queen.”

“Why?” Roy asked, surprised.

In the original story, Charlotte had no intention of inheriting the throne; she merely lived actively as a princess in Veszyra.

But no matter what her plans were, Roy would unconditionally support her.

“For a long time, I was always protected by my father and brother, thinking I had exceptional talent, yet I could do nothing.” Charlotte’s tone grew somber, “This time, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to stop either Leo’s plot or the scheme of the Dark Dragon Society.”

Charlotte had never relaxed her training in extraordinary powers or her study of governance; she always believed she was doing well enough. But it was only during this escape that she realized how powerless she truly was.

“I want more power. Power to protect the people, the kingdom, and…” As she said this, Charlotte looked at Roy, fidgeting with her hair, shyly murmuring, “Power to protect you.”

The curse of the crimson blood fire dragon had not manifested as a nightmare but had become the flame propelling the girl forward.

That blazing red gaze fixed on Roy radiated an unprecedented strong determination.

“No matter if it’s the Dark Dragon Society or the Seven Great Dragons, I will never let anyone harm you!”