The Dragon Prince's Bride-Chapter 258. The woman behind his misery

The journey back to the palace was quite the exciting one. Thanks to the horses’ hooves beating the ground, and the wheels of the carriage rolling loudly, none of the knights that followed their carriage knew of the things that went on inside the carriage.

Thankful that the lepron shield had flattened her stomach for that period of time, they used the opportunity to take on all those positions that her big stomach had hindered.

Making love in a carriage wasn’t so comfortable but it was not like it was their first time. Amidst the discomfort of the moving carriage, they found their comfortable spots and positions and used them well.

"This reminds me of our time in Fortia," Barak said as Neriah laid curled atop his body on the floor of the carriage and his back and head resting on the wall. Her blouse lay on one of the chairs and her skirt was rolled up to her hips.

He was in no better state of dress, for his tunic laid at his feet and the band of his pants loosely hung way below his waist, nearly revealing his crotch.

At his words, Neriah snuggled more into his embrace, "I’m glad you can think of our trip to Fortia fondly. I can not think of it without remembering the horror that followed at the time when I thought my happiness had reached its peak."

She didn’t even like talking about Fortia because it reminded her of his suffering, reminded her of how he had become an easy target because of her.

Their time in Fortia was great, but his defeat was what marred it.

Once again she was reminded of Lyle, and her insides boiled and—

"Now there, spitfire, ease that frown." He placed a hand over her folded forehead, ironing out her frown. "I enjoyed our time in Fortia. Even when I thought you had betrayed me, I could never deny that we had the sweetest time in Fortia. So think of all the good times and blur out the bad."

She lifted her head so she could see his face. She saw no hate, no malice, just love.

She turned her body and sat herself facing him with her hands resting on his chest.

"I love you." She declared.

His brown skin flushed and his lips curved up, "How about we have another honeymoon?" Her eyes widened. "After we have sorted out everything," he places a palm over her flattened stomach, "After you have birthed our child, what say you?"

Her smile threatened to tear her face, she could not even say anything, she just sat there grinning, "Where will we go?" she finally spoke.

His eyes raked her body, from her full red hair, to her unhidden plump breasts, down to her exposed thighs, he closed his eyes and thought for a minute.

"How about," his hand rested upon her thigh and he began to stroke tenderly, "we go back to where it all started,"

Neriah’s eyes widened... "Do you mean—"

"Aye my dear Riah, let us visit Avelah... together."

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Still bound by the Lasso Barak had held him down with, while the rest off his men were fettered together in two separate cages that was being pulled by four horses each, Lyle alone was held bound in one cage.

They had been riding for only the gods know how long. And all through that time, he could not think of anything else but how he had failed.

"It cannot end like this,"

He had lost.

How could he lose?

How could he lose when he was so certain he had won. He thought he had destroyed Barak. He was so sure he had taken away everything from him.

Yet Barak had appeared before him healthier than ever, and everything Lyle thought he could steal was back in Barak’s hands.

Years of planning...

How could years of planning go to waste just like that?

How could his decades long plot for vengeance be ended so easily!

How!!

"It cannot end this way,"

He wanted to make that woman suffer. He wanted to make her pay for destroying his life, he was going to use Barak to get to that woman.

It was such an easy plan, he’d take away everything she cherished, starting from Barak, and then he’d cause everything to fall apart one after the other, and when she was all that was left, he was supposed to stand before her, and mock her and make her regret everything she did to him.

So, how could it end this way?

He had not achieved his goals.

That woman would still be sitting on her high throne, with laughter and triumph in her eyes, "It cannot end this way."

It was mid noon of the next day when they arrived at the palace with their captive.

Lyle heard the locks to his cage being opened. "Come out!" He heard someone say and when he made no attempt to move, they matched in and dragged him out.

Harshly he was being pulled yet his legs refused to move, so they dragged him more. He didn’t want to lift his head, for he knew she would be there.

His entire body had become heavy with hate and anger he could not express.

This was never how he pictured standing in front of her for the first time. It was always in reverse, she was supposed to be the one being dragged toward him.

So why?!

"So you are he who has caused us so much trouble," Even without looking, he knew she was the one who had spoken. Because he had seen her from afar many atimes, and he had heard her speak countless times, but never this close.

She was close. "Lyle of the Niles..."

So close that he could hear the disgust, the anger, the hate as she called out his name, yet he could swear her hate could in no way match his own.

How could it?

When she dared speak his name without even knowing who he truly was!

This woman who had been the reason for all his problems as a child, this very woman who knew not who he was but hated him.

With the hate in him rising, slowly, he lifted his head... Strands of his disheveled hair fluttering over his face.

The world around him coming to a standstill as he beheld her... the evil of a woman. The one behind his misery.

Queen Rakavi Der Drache.