Chapter 47: Chapter XXI Trampled-2

After five rounds of bullfighting, I was worn out from watching them pivot around the arena without a care. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself?" I turned towards Alejandro in surprise. Slowly, I shook my head. "I'm not really a fan," I admitted and he nodded. It shook me that he wasn't upset. "I thought you wouldn't enjoy this sort of thing, after all you didn't even enjoy soccer. But the agreement was to show you the culture, and this is what Spaniards enjoy. You might not like it, but at least you understand a bit better, right? I mean, if you had to show me around the United Kingdom then I'm sure there's stuff that I wouldn't like that's integrated into your culture. Like, for example, I'm not a fan of your Royal Guards who stand around everywhere like statues. It's a little... inhuman in my mind," he admitted, and I was honestly glad for his honesty. I wasn't upset, because he wasn't upset with me. I gave him a smile and nodded. "Then we can agree on thing," he looked toward me with question. "We both have inhuman aspects calibrated into our souls. We have differences and similarities, but in some way, every culture is weird," he found my little speech amusing and continued to laugh. But I just shook my head and tried to find the elegance in bullfighting. It proved to be futile and I instead examined all of the glittery outfits. I wouldn't step one foot near that much glitter. "Hey are you hungry?" I looked towards Alejandro and nodded in affirmation. He smiled and stood from his seat, pulling me up with him. "Come on, let's ditch this joint," he told me seriously and I couldn't stop myself from giggling. He was truly a strange one but I wasn't complaining, which was odd in my mind. I never liked people like him, being loud and truly weird. I enjoyed calming people who would gently pass through life and talk through their problems, but recently I had been in the middle of two very peculiar people. One of them was the Prince and the other was a gothic gymnast. I truly was in the middle of a strange world. "I want a taco," I suddenly muttered, Alejandro looking back at me with confusion. "You people are Spanish. Give me a taco," I said in absolute seriousness, Alejandro losing it at my expression. "Alright then. You want a taco, I'll give you a taco," he answered back in the same seriousness. I could sense Ian shaking his head at my ridiculous actions from behind me. I had a craving for something I've never had before, and now I was going to get my way. He dragged me to see him get trampled by wild animals. He had to make it up somehow. "Tell me something," he looked at me with furrowed brows. "Why did you not inform me of today's plans?" he sighed and shook his head. "It was a secret. A birthday secret. Spain has to do something to honour the Princess that decided to visit us some way, right? And I heard that you've never exactly had a public appearance before that didn't involve you going out to murder a man. My first public experience came as a total surprise, so I thought it would be best if you didn't have the time to worry about it. You seem to overthink a lot of things," I sneered up my nose in disgust. "Why would you think that?" "Excuse me? Did you even see yourself at the soccer match? You were totally out of it," I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about some... stuff," I scoffed, turning my head from him as we entered the car awaiting us. "And by stuff do you mean a certain person you've been trying to avoid?" I shook my head in defeat. "So what if I did? You made me very confused with myself," "And?" I frowned in confusion. "And what?" "Are you still confused with yourself?" slowly I realized that I didn't. I shook my head after some hesitation. "No, not really. I'm just... a bit surprised," he hummed in thought. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No. Right now I just want a taco,"