The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

"Mind your business!" The noble lady spoke harshly before gesturing to the maid to grab the little girl, but once again, the intruder pushed her off.

"How can you bully a little girl like her?" The strange girl asked in disbelief as she looked down at the frightened girl. From the look of things, this was not the first time it had happened.

"She is my servant, so why can't I bully her?!" The noble lady asked arrogantly.

"Ser-Servant? What is... that?" The girl asked in confusion.

"I... am not a servant. I... we share the same father." The little girl said timidly as she sobbed, and that seemed to enrage the noble lady, who went towards her and forcefully pushed the saviour girl aside before kicking the little girl right in the face, eliciting gasps from the onlookers and a painful scream from the little girl.

"Say that again!" The girl yelled at the little girl, who had now fallen to the floor, crying in pain as tears flowed down from a cut on her forehead.

"You must have deceived yourself with that and fallen asleep on my bed! Do you want to be a noble lady so badly?" She asked the little girl in a furious tone.

"I'm... s-sorry, my lady... I was cleaning and..."

"Why are you crying so much? Did I hit you?" The noble lady asked the little girl in an innocent tone before crouching down in front of her.

The little girl went back on her knees immediately and shook her bloody head in fear. "You... didn't hit...me." She said, wiping her tears with her sleeves.

"Now come in. I cannot control my legs, so I don't know what they might do again."

"YOU CRAZY HUMAN-KICKING ANIMAL!" The saviour girl yelled when she got over her shock and charged at the noble lady, grabbing a fistful of her hair, much to the shock of everyone present there.

Even Wilder's brows furrowed, and he seemed to have forgotten his noise sensitivity for a while as he watched.

The noble lady let out a scream and tried to push her away, but the other girl used both hands to grab her hair while the noble lady's maid watched in horror, too scared to even move. All she could do was yell, "My lady, my lady," over and over again. It seemed like she was secretly glad about it and didn't want to interfere.

"Why are you shouting? Did I grab your hair?" The saviour girl asked as she held onto it even more fiercely.

"Let me go!" The noble lady cried in pain.

"What do you mean by let you go? Did I touch you?" The girl asked in an innocent tone as they began to go round and round in circles.

Whenever the noble lady let out a shout, her assaulter also shouted as if she didn't know what was happening.

"I control my hands. Oh my! Why do they keep grabbing your hair?" She asked with an innocent confusion that would have made a blind person believe her.

The crowd watched. Some were horrified, but the bulk of them was amused and laughed heartily, none of them bothering to interfere. It wasn't every time someone dared challenge someone of noble blood.

Richard noticed Wilder's lips were curled. He seemed amused. Very amused.

Wilder watched the scene with interest, which was quite rare since he never cared to watch anything happen around him. But on the other hand, why wouldn't anyone find this amusing?

Richard could not help but let out a laugh. It seemed like fun things happened in the West.

"If she isn't a noble lady, she is going to have her hands cut off," Richard said in amusement.

Almost at the same time, a group of guards began to approach the house, and the noble lady cried to them for help.

That was when her maid interfered, trying to pull the other girl away from her mistress, but the more she pulled her, the more it made things worse for her mistress because the other girl was not ready to let go of her hair.

Richard watched as the maid whispered something to the strange girl while trying to pull her away from her mistress, and the girl looked up at the same time the group of guards realized the lady that was being assaulted ahead was their mistress.

"MY LADY!" They yelled in horror when they saw what was happening, and as soon as the girl noticed it, she let go of the noble lady's hair and ran for her life.

Two guards ran after her while the others went to help their mistress, who had fallen to the ground, crying and picking strands of her lost hair from the ground in horror.

Richard looked closely at the girl who was running towards their direction. She seemed like a really good runner, and even the two guards were finding it hard to keep up with her.

She ran past them, and before Richard could make a move, she bumped hard into Wilder, but she yelled out a sorry without sparing him a glance as she resumed her face, touching her shoulder that seemed to have dislocated from the contact.

Wilder looked at her running figure, almost in disbelief at what had just happened. Did she just... bump into him and leave like that?

However, his nose scrunched, and he muttered, "Too spicy."

"What is?" Richard asked in confusion. He was a little shocked that Wilder was letting her go just like that.

"That's not a real smell," Wilder said quietly just as the guards chasing her got to where they were, but as soon as they were about to run past them, one made a mistake by staring at Wilder, and Wilder tilted his hat up to look at the guard.

Wilder only smiled and tilted his head to the side, but it seemed like Wilder was more popular than he had assumed because the man gasped and immediately turned around, running back to where he had started from while his partner watched in confusion, wondering whether to chase after the girl or his partner.