Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 272: Selfish

"Thank goodness you didn’t attempt to save her with your powers, my love. Her condition was entirely different from that of Alden, and you using your powers to save someone who had been cut open would have drained you of so much energy. You might possess the Rosa, but always remember that it’s not complete; most of it is still locked away, and God forbid you unlock your powers and it takes you away from me," he said the last part, feeling she was about to argue that he allow her to learn about her powers and unlock them completely.

Lucian knew that it would benefit her in many situations if she had her complete powers, but he feared the aftermath of it. When he was in Nazia, he had talked with Rylan about many things that concerned Ave and her powers.

She was the most powerful witch that ever existed, and with her powers came the responsibility of seeing to it that every person, human or not, met their karma. If she reclaimed her powers, she would reclaim ancient memories that would tear her apart from what she knew now and draw her away from her family, and worse, kill herself or turn back time to keep things the way they were without his mother playing with fate.

Rylan had told him that no matter what happened, they couldn’t risk her having those Rosette memories back in this form of hers. She was his weakness and strength. She might have loved him in the past, but she would never put love before her duty and would do anything to punish Roland, who happened to be him, for what he had done.

He had sinned, killed; though he’d done it to be with her, the righteous powers that flowed through her would overlook everything. She had once killed herself and cast a spell never to be reborn after sealing the night creatures. He didn’t want that power to return to her body and pull her away from him and the others who had come to care for her.

He would rather try to protect her from any danger from now on than let her unlock her powers.

Ave hiccupped as her emotions began to subside. She didn’t push again for Lucian to allow her to learn ways to unlock the powers. She also didn’t want any reason to be dragged away from him. "How was her son...I mean, Nadia’s son? Did Kale accept him?" she asked quietly as she moved closer into his arms that closed around her like protective steel.

She heard him let out a sigh of relief at how she was now allowing him to hold her. Perhaps she had acted the way she did earlier because she had just woken up and had seen how her face looked in the mirror, but now she felt the warmth in his arms, she longed for his hold more than she thought she did.

His arms were like a shield that made her feel like nothing in this world could harm her, and she sought that shield. She carefully lay her ear against his heart and heard how it was beating somewhat fast.

Lucian’s fingers found her hair and ran his fingers into the thick mass of it as he replied to her question. "She gave birth to a daughter. That’s all I know before I left Nazia. It will take time before Kale comes around to love that child; she will remind him of the woman he had lost because of her. It would only be a miracle," he told her in a conversational tone, happy that his wife was slowly getting back to herself when he saw how she moved her head back to glare at him.

"It’s not the child’s fault. And you sound like it’s right that he hates the poor child," Ave scoffed as she glared at her husband for the tone of voice he had used to say those words.

She felt her eyes prick at the realization that Nadia had given birth to a daughter when she had been certain that it would be a son. The irony. She had been certain that she would survive birthing that child. It seemed everything she thought was the opposite of what happened, and that made Ave feel bad and somewhat angry at the unfairness of the kid being blamed for something that wasn’t her fault.

Lucian pulled his wife’s head back to his chest when he felt her emotions going up again. He would indeed blame the kid if he were in Kale’s shoes. He would rather lose the child than have to suffer a life without his woman, but then he dared not say that out to his emotional wife.

"Many women in our time lost their lives to childbirth, my love. Though the were-people don’t have to worry about such things, Nadia is an omega; she had a very little chance of survival, and I think Kale had once insisted they let go of the baby as he feared losing her. But she assured him of being strong enough to carry it. I don’t blame him if he blames the child," he said, tightening his arm around Ave when she shuddered.

"What if one day I carried your child? Would you also tell me to let it go?" Ave asked quietly. He didn’t answer immediately, and she held her breath as she waited for his answer.

"You can’t have my child. It has never happened before for a human to carry a were-person child, and Aveline, it might sound heartless to you, but I’m grateful for that. I don’t want us to ever face such a situation. It’s too risky to have a child," he remarked, hating the selfishness of his words. He could feel that his wife wanted a child because she shivered at his words and clenched her fists around his shirt. She was silent for a very long time before she asked again.

"But what if I happened to get pregnant? Would you tell me to get rid of the child before it was born?" she asked quietly.

Ave had heard from Nina how impossible it was for her body to nourish Lucian’s seed. Even though she would love to have his child someday, she would hate to ever hear him tell her to get rid of it. She didn’t know why she was even asking such a question when she knew it was impossible for her to have his child, but her curiosity to know his answer was killing her.

Lucian had his answer to that question, but he hesitated to give it to her. But when she looked at his face in question and curiosity, he pressed his lips into a thin line before saying, "If it meant to keep you alive and not having to fear losing you to childbirth...I am sorry, but I will do everything in my power to make you get rid of it."

He regretted saying those words immediately because she glared at him and moved away from his chest and lay on the pillow. He didn’t want to lie to her.

Even though he would want more than anything to have their child, risking her life was the last thing he would do. But then he was suddenly grateful that they would never have such a situation. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to make her get rid of the child or even watch her hate him for pushing her to do it.

She lay there in silence without talking to him again, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Sighing, Lucian rang the bell on the nightstand to summon the maids to bring her food and medicine.

When the food was brought, she turned away from him when he told her to sit up and eat.

Okay, she was indeed angry with his reply. He shouldn’t have said anything and let the question hang. It took Lucian so much coaxing to get her to sit up and eat. He told her if she wanted children, they could take in two or more from those who became homeless due to the war that happened yesterday. There were many babies that lost their parents to the war, and his men were taking care of the situation, with Zane being in charge of seeing to it that they all got relief.

At first, she looked at him with a side glare and asked, "You don’t mind me adopting a child?"

Well, he had to talk to the court members about it first, as no one would let an Emperor take in a child that wasn’t of his own blood. "I do not mind. You can take as many as you please," he told her, and he watched as she beamed for the first time since she’d woken up today. She couldn’t smile that much because she grimaced from the pain as the bruises on her face were yet to heal, and any facial movement caused pain. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Lucian moved closer to her and cupped her face gently in his palm as he saw the pain that briefly crossed her eyes when she smiled. He leaned down and blew air from his mouth as if to soothe the pain for her, and he watched as her lashes flickered repeatedly when the tickling air fell on her face. He pulled her to sit sideways on his lap as he used the tip of his fingers to trace every bruise on her face as if to heal them for her.

His eyes hardened as he realized how much he wanted to hurt someone for what Caelan had done to his woman, and he knew just who to hurt: his damned mother. He would take out everything on her when he got his hands on her. She would be the one to pay more for what her dead son had done to his wife.

He softly traced his hands from her face down to her delicate neck, where his fingers circled around the dark mark on the side of her neck. Then his hand continued its descent until it came to settle on her breast, but his wife acted quickly, swatting his hand away and turning her head to the side, her throat working convulsively.

"Aveline," he whispered her name huskily. "Look at me." He moved his hand back to her breast, but she hit it away, shook her head, and tried to get away from his lap. He grabbed her hips and ground her down on his lap, where his loin had stupidly hardened just from the scent of her skin and her body close to his. He could feel heat rising in him. He shouldn’t be aroused when his wife was yet to recover, but his damned lower body was acting to her closeness.

"Why?" he whispered as he leaned to grip her earlobe between his teeth, feeling her shiver in his arms.

"I... I feel ugly... Please stop kissing my neck... and stop looking at me like that..." she muttered under her breath.

He jerked away to gaze down at her face as if she had said something offensive by telling him how ugly she felt about herself in such a condition.

He didn’t stop looking at her. In fact, he turned her head with his hands and stared at her with that tender look until she felt her cheeks heat up.

It wasn’t only her cheeks that felt hot; her insides churned, and her lower abdomen throbbed slightly until she became aware of his arousal poking at her thighs. He stared at her for quite a long time until she couldn’t hold his gaze anymore. When he finally decided to speak, his voice was low and thick with a deep huskiness that made each word go straight to her heart.

"These bruises don’t define you, my heart. You’re still the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And nothing—not scars, not bruises—will ever change that. Do you understand?" he whispered softly as he leaned down to her face. When she nodded with her blue eyes shimmering with tears, he rasped, "Now kiss me."

She kissed him. But before they could deepen it, a knock came from the door. Lucian intended to ignore whoever it was that was knocking, but Ave jerked away and turned to the door.

"Someone’s outside the door," she told him, as if he couldn’t hear the persistent knock. He ignored it and reached for the tray of food to begin feeding her.

Ave pursed her lips when the knock came again, and this time, a voice she didn’t recognize called out. "Your Highness, the court members are waiting for your return to the courtroom!" said the person.

"Court members?" Ave asked as she turned to her husband, who suddenly cursed under his breath at the reminder that he had left halfway through a meeting in the royal court when he felt his wife. He had completely forgotten about the meeting.

"Yes. Alden has told the court members that he has no desire for the throne, and so we are discussing the day of my coronation and how to fix the losses of the villagers due to the war," he told her, yet made no attempt to get up and leave until she hurriedly took the tray from his hands and glared at him.

"Then what the hell are you still doing here? Go on," she urged him as she moved away from his lap and pushed at his chest. She couldn’t believe an important meeting had been going on when he ran here. No wonder he was dressed so formally and handsomely.

"Let me at least feed you before I return to the court. They could wait for me a bit longer and—" Lucian was saying as he reached out to take the porridge bowl from the tray, but she swatted his hand and pushed at him. "I will eat by myself. Go and finish your meeting." She urged him away, just as the knocks got louder.

"Goddammit! Why not just bring down the fucking door?!" he yelled furiously out to the person knocking outside as he jerked up to his feet in annoyance.

Ave laughed at his foul language and mood but grimaced in pain again. He turned to her, grinning, before he leaned down and crushed his mouth to hers, then moved away with another foul curse because the knock resumed.

"I’ll see you in a while. Make sure to finish that porridge and take the medicine. If you don’t take the medicine, I’ll know it when I return," he gave her a strict look so she wouldn’t neglect the medicine before he strode out, cursing the man outside. Ave heard his yelling voice as he scolded the person outside and then listened to their fading footsteps before she glanced down at the porridge bowl and smiled.