The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

Chapter 107 Not Interested

Alicia's face fell when she noticed something was wrong. Even Harold was no longer looking at her anymore as his eyes were elsewhere. Right before her eyes, an arrow was shot at Harold who dodged it immediately before another one came at him. He also dodged it but a second later, someone was in front of him, attacking him with a sword.

Alicia felt her heart drop to her stomach as she watched. Two more people appear from nowhere with swords, attacking him at the same time.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yelled at the three as panic set in and she wondered what she was supposed to do.

Weren't there guards in the palace? How did these people get here?

The scene before her eyes brought flashes of her memory but she could not put a visible image to the flashes and it was beginning to make her head ache. She shook that out of her head and focused on what was happening, yelling at the three people to get away from him.

If she wanted to transmigrate that badly, why didn't she find herself in year 3000 or something, in a peaceful world with advanced technology? Why did it have to be here?

Through his peripheral view, Harold watched as Alicia disappeared from the window, and only hoped she was running far away. But she wouldn't be Alicia if she did exactly as he thought. He saw her running down to where he was a moment later with an unlit fire torch in hand.

"Wait!" He tried to stop her but unfortunately, she already had her eye on a target.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" She yelled at the back of one of his attackers before knocking the back of his head, making him fall to the ground with a groan.

Harold and the other three stood there, watching her with pursed lips. She was just about to attack the guy on the floor with the torch when Harold wrapped his hand around her waist, lifting her off the ground with one hand, while grabbing the torch with the other hand.

"LET ME GO!" She flailed in his arms, ready to bite him before she heard his calm voice,

"Stop being wild. It was training." He said before he let her down, but he still held on to the torch in case she decided to use it on him.v

She turned around to look at him in confusion before she looked at the other three who bowed at her before they reached to pick up their colleague from the floor, surprised at how much strength she had used.

Harold waved them off to leave and as soon as they did, he looked at Alicia with annoyance.

"Why did you have to come here. If it was a real fight you could have gotten hurt." He scolded her.

"What sort of useless practice is this? They shot arrows at you!" She said angrily while panting. "You could have been hurt!"

"..."

He watched her chest rise and fall from anger as she glared at him.

His gaze softened and he sighed. Why was she so stubborn? His mind flashed back to how she had refused to escape and stopped Bane before joining in his fight. And now she had jumped in again. Was she always this reckless?

As much as he was touched, he didn't want her to do this again. "They're from the King. He sends them once in a while to test our vigilance. Not just me but also Prince Ivan."

"But... isn't that dangerous? What if you had gotten hurt?"

"Then I guess it'll be my luck for not being vigilant. Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her up and down. "That was a heavy blow to his head." He said in amusement.

She suddenly remembered and gasped as she looked in the direction they had taken. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Is he going to be fine?" She asked with concern.

"He will be fine."

She sighed in relief.

"You seemed excited earlier. What are you up to?" He asked with a suspicious look on his face.

Since that was out of the way, her face lit up, making him raise a brow as he asked again, "Why are you excited?" He asked, wondering if perhaps she had come up with another plan.

"Because I'm happy to see you. I've been looking around for you all day," Alicia said as she linked their arms together, and Harold looked down at her with a scowl.

"Why? Is there something you want?" Harold asked suspiciously as he looked at their linked arms.

"I just wanted to see your face and take a stroll around with you," Alicia lied, as she took a step forward and dragged Harold with her.

Although he could tell that she was lying, as she wasn't the type to do anything without a motive, he decided to play along with her, "What did you talk about with the queen?"

"Our conversation was mostly about you. And I asked her if the rumors are true," Alicia said, making Harold glare at her.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did." She nodded, "Since you don't want to tell me about yourself, I decided to ask her about it," Alicia said with a wide smile as she patted his chest in a loving gesture that made Harold slap her hand away.

"You don't want to know what she said? I thought you would like to know," Alicia said with a teasing smile.

"I'm not interested," Harold said dismissively.

"Yet you were curious to know what we talked about," Alicia pointed out, and Harold glared at her as he unlinked their arms.

"I'm not interested anymore."

"Okay. That's fine too," Alicia said with an easy smile which annoyed Harold as she kept trying to link their arms.

"What do you want?" Harold asked with a resigned sigh when he got tired of the game.

"Why do you keep asking me that? Is there something you want to give to me?" She asked, wiggling her brows playfully.

When he didn't say anything and just stood there staring at her with a blank expression, she let out a sigh as she let go of his arm, "You are no fun."

Harold didn't say anything as he turned away from her and assumed his earlier posture as he looked at the lake with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What are you thinking about? You looked very serious earlier too," she asked as she stood in beside him facing him.

Harold said nothing as usual, and just when she gave up hope of getting an answer he turned to her and looked intensely at her face.

"I'm thinking about how to keep you here," Harold confessed in a quiet voice that made her brows pull together as she continued to stare at him.

"I already told you that I'm not... going to try to run away anymore," Alicia reminded him wondering if he had forgotten already. She didn't look at him as she said that because it seemed that lately, she felt very bad whenever she told him a lie.

The corners of Harold's lips twitched with amusement but he didn't let her see it, "Yeah, you did say that. I don't know if I should believe you or not," Harold said, and Alicia went to stand in front of him with an earnest expression on her face as she raised a hand to her chest.

"Trust me. I'm here to stay," Alicia said, making Harold almost want to snort with laughter. Was she really an actress? Because she was a terrible actress. She was saying something else yet her eyes looked guilty.

"Really? So what changed your mind?" Harold asked, choosing to play along.

"I thought about it. You were right. I should focus on my new life here. The universe has given me a chance to be happy and have a loving family. I need to seize this opportunity," Alicia said, and Harold nodded his head in agreement.

"And that is why I've decided to start getting along with everyone. I'm planning on going out to see the village with the other ladies," Alicia announced with a proud smile.

"Is that your new plan? You want to find a way to run off? You think the king will let all of you leave the palace?" He asked, shaking his head in disbelief. He always knew she wasn't very smart, but she kept shocking him everyday.

"Oh, ye of little faith. Trust me, it's not a plan to run away. And yes, the king will let us leave. You know there is nothing I set my mind on that I can't achieve, right?" She asked with a grin, and Harold cursed inwardly since he knew that it was true. The king always seemed to let her have her way.

"Also... I thought about it. If I want to get used to living around here, I need to get a horse and I know you aren't going to buy me one. So the least you can do for me is to help me get Hellion to like me." She beamed adorably at him while batting her lashes.

Could she be any more obvious? What a little leech of a wife. Harold thought to himself.