Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 273: "What’s wrong?"

Ave stared at the unappetizing porridge bowl for a while, smiling to herself as she recalled how reluctant Lucian was to leave her side despite the fact that she looked this way.

When she first glimpsed herself in the mirror, she had been horrified of her own reflection because, by God, she looked every bit a dying grandma! Her hair was a tangled mess, and her skin looked unnaturally pale.

She had felt ugly standing beside her husband and even felt ashamed and insecure when he stood at the door staring at her like that. If it were up to her, she’d have preferred he stayed away from her until every single one of these hideous injuries disappeared from her body. Every injury had its mark, and remembering how she’d gotten them wiped the smile off her face and sent a shudder through her.

Not wanting to recall any of those memories, she began to eat the porridge without tasting it. She told herself that her assaulters were dead and she shouldn’t unnecessarily let them ruin or dampen her mood and life.

Things were about to get better now that Lucian would be taking the throne. Everything would go fine, and they would live their lives without the fear of someone coming after them, she assured herself. But then, recalling they still hadn’t gotten the main person who had once destroyed this world, she felt a restless feeling in her chest that only lasted for a while because she pushed it down with the bitter taste of her medicine.

She cleared the bowl of porridge and drank her medicine. Still feeling dirty like she did when she first woke up, Ave decided to take a bath. She rang the bell on the nightstand Lucian had used to summon the maids earlier. And not long after, they came running to the chamber.

None of the maids dared meet her eyes as their heads were bowed, and she was grateful for it because she couldn’t imagine herself facing another human in her current condition. Any stolen glance or strange look would make her feel self-conscious. She told them what she wanted, and they were quick to obey her, bowing to the waist.

Ave was still trying to wonder if Lucian had warned them to treat her well when they returned with many buckets of hot water to fill her bath. It was obvious from the clean clothes she woke up in that someone had washed her while she was unconscious, but she wanted to wash again to at least feel clean and sure that there were no traces of the assault she suffered just yesterday. She needed to also get out of this granny dress.

Due to the wounds, she couldn’t wash herself like she wished to but made sure she soaked in the soapy water and cleaned every part of her body that didn’t have any wounds. She had been tied up in those chains without a bath for who knows how long. She wanted to clean every trace of it from her skin.

Done, she cleaned up without the help of anyone as she’d dismissed the maids immediately after they filled her bath. She wore one of the nightdresses brought to her and placed on the bed. She felt immensely better than she thought she would after the bath. The silk nightdress was loose and comfortable, so it didn’t graze her thighs.

Sitting on the stool of the vanity table, she carefully combed and moisturized her hair and skin. Just to feel better about herself, she did a little touch-up on her face to regain her self-confidence when she faced Lucian again. She had once been an actress and an influencer, and she had taken great care in appearing good to her fans. Having a bruised face was not something she could endure for long without feeling miserable about herself. Done with the small touch-up of hiding the darkened marks, she smiled slowly.

She could hardly believe that they were back at the Pendragon palace and that the palace could be as silent as it was now after the battle she’d witnessed yesterday, which would forever remain in her mind.

She’d seen too many dead bodies to last her a lifetime. Not wanting to lie down after being in bed longer than normal, she pushed herself up from the stool to walk to the closed window. She pushed it open and was welcomed by a gush of cold wind that kissed her warm face. The chamber had been warm and cozy with the burning fireplace, so she hadn’t realized the cold outside until she opened the window and leaned against it for support to look outside.

The palace grounds were covered with snow; however, it was as quiet and as peaceful as she’d ever seen them. There was not a trace of blood on the blanket of snow like there had been yesterday. The palace guards could be seen patrolling and taking turns to warm up beside the burning fire barrel at the sides of every corner. It almost seemed like yesterday had been a dream that had never happened, but the pain in her body would be a constant reminder of it.

Ave stood at the window, fog escaping with each breath she took. She was bored and didn’t think she would be able to sleep even if she went back to the bed. She wanted to look around the palace now that her husband was in charge and there would be no one to hold a sword to her throat if she acted out of place, but she decided to do that when she was fully recovered. For now, she stared out at the night and let her thoughts wander off to many places.

She recalled their time in Nazia, but she never allowed her mind to go as far as to remember how Nadia had died. She hadn’t known the young woman for long, but it almost felt like they had been friends for a long time. She hated the way she had died and wished she had listened to her so called father in the future for once when he wanted to force her into studying medicine, but she’d told him to his face how she would never be what he wanted her to be. She’d received a slap for those words.

Sighing, she looked up at the gloomy night sky while hugging her arms around herself. Now that Lucian would be the Emperor, she also needed to find something to do in this era.

If possible, she wanted to make a name for herself here. If only she could look forward to having Lucian’s children so she could teach her sons and daughters what she’d never been taught and shower them with the love she’d never gotten to receive from her own parents. But then, she could still adopt. Lucian had agreed to it and even given her permission to see the children and pick the ones she wanted once she was in the condition to move around. She could still teach her adoptive children what she would her real children...

Pursing her lips, she pressed a hand to her flat belly and muttered, "If only I could have our own children."

Ave didn’t know for how long she stood at the window gazing out and trying to wonder what had happened to all the dead bodies she had seen yesterday when the door to the room was pushed open. She didn’t have to see to know who it was because he made himself known when he cursed immediately upon entering to find her standing by the window hugging herself.

"Damnit, love. Are you planning to freeze to death standing before the open window in a thin dress?" Lucian remarked in displeasure as he walked into the chamber and went straight to close the window.

No wonder he had been feeling cold the whole time in the courtroom and had ordered for logs to be added to the fire. It turned out it was his wife. The whole time in the courtroom, he had been worried about her because he didn’t want her to feel lonely or think about everything that had happened so far. The last thing he wanted was for her to overthink herself into depression and draw away from him again like she did this evening when he first came in to find her standing at the mirror with a horrified expression at her own image. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Turning to her after closing the window, he noticed the somber look in her blue eyes despite the fact that she was smiling faintly at him. Her face had turned paler than it had been when he left her, and he knew it must be because of the cold and the bath she must have taken in his absence.

She smelled sweet and refreshing. Clicking his tongue, he reached out, "Come here." He pulled her into his arms and closed her against his chest to warm her up a little. She melted into his embrace and rubbed her cheek against his chest like a kitten.

"What’s wrong?" he asked as he slightly moved away from the hug to look down at her face. Her bruises had surprisingly improved in their healing; they looked less darkened than they were earlier. Was it because she’d freshened up and applied oils to her skin? Whatever it was, she looked much healthier.

She shook her head, indicating that nothing was wrong, but he could tell something was bothering her mind. Was she feeling lonely because the rest were not back yet? He had sent for men to bring them back from Nazia, but it would take a couple of days, if not a week, depending on how the weather and the journey were.

"Have you taken your medicine?" he asked as he cupped her cheeks in his palms and caressed the side of her mouth with his thumb. The rosy color of her lips was returning to normal, and he traced his finger over them to feel their plumpness. He felt his throat go dry as he suddenly felt the urge to kiss her, but he dared not because he was certain how a little kiss could make him lose control. If he kissed her, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he had her beneath him and they were both spent.

"I have," she answered his question about the medicine and noticed how his eyes were glued to her lips before they went back to her eyes.

He nodded, and then, as if to distract his mind from her lips, he took her hand and led her back to the bed. He had been gone from the room for like an hour, and he couldn’t believe she had not gone to sleep and had stayed before the window.

"Where are you going?" Ave asked when he turned to leave after putting her to bed. For some reason, taking a bath and standing before the window and allowing the cold to seep into her had given her more energy than she had when she first woke up.

Her thighs felt less painful, and the bruises on her face seemed almost nonexistent when she spoke now. Perhaps her powers were helping her with fast healing yet again? Who knows, but whatever it was, she felt much better than she was when she first woke up.

"I need to change my attire," Lucian replied as he turned to look at her, but he immediately regretted it because she was a sight to behold, now laying on her side facing his direction.

The night dress she wore was thin and loose, and when she laid on her side, the chest string was loose, and he could glimpse her breast from within the opening. Her laying position pushed them together and caused them to spill upwards, catching his eyes.

He felt his loins heat up when he imagined his mouth around her pinkish nipples, and as if in response to his thoughts, he noticed her nipples hardened, the firm little buds pressing against her thin dress. He jerked his eyes away and hurried into the adjoining room to change while cursing himself for getting aroused when his wife was in the process of healing.

He took off his shirt with clumsy hands and ripped off a few of the buttons because he couldn’t rid himself of the image of his wife laying on the bed staring at him like that. Her stare was completely innocent; it just so happened to be that he was a big bad wolf who couldn’t keep his claws to himself whenever it came to his wife. Perhaps because he had been away from her for weeks now, that was why he was finding it quite hard not to notice how beautiful she was lying like that despite her state.