Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 28: Her real name

As morning arrived, the atmosphere was filled with a cold, thick fog that covered the entire lands of the Pendragon Empire, including all the kingdoms under its rule. The sun was nowhere to be seen in the gloomy sky, and the magnificent palace of the Pendragon Empire was barely visible due to the dense fog.

This unexpected phenomenon brought fear to the hearts of almost everyone who saw it, many of whom peeked out of their chamber’s windows to catch a glimpse.

In this era, such weather was frowned upon and considered an ominous sign, as fogs rarely covered the lands so completely, and the sun never failed to make its presence known every morning, even if only slightly.

"The weather looks and feels strange today," Princess Isolde, one of the twin daughters of the fourth consort muttered to herself as she looked out her window with a displeased frown on her beautiful face. Though everyone was concerned about the weather, as it was considered bad luck, Princess Isolde’s concern was entirely different from the rest.

"How am I going to glow in the morning sun today when there is no sun in sight?" She complained, glancing down from her window to the floor below where her twin sister’s room was located. From where she stood, she could see the balcony below and noticed two maids standing idly discussing the strange weather instead of cleaning. She yelled out to them,

"Hey, you! Why aren’t you cleaning? And what’s wrong with the weather today? Where is the sun?!" Her sudden voice startled the maids, who hadn’t expected anyone to be up there watching them.

The maids quickly bowed, but before they could come up with an excuse for standing idly, Princess Isolde waved her slender hand dismissively, unable to bother herself with worthless beings like lowly maids. She was too precious to be seen talking to maids or even punishing them for not doing their work. She feared if she spoke to maids or even associated herself with anyone lower than her, her lovely appreance would disappear over night.

Raising her chin, she declared, "Whatever. Tell my sister that I shall not step out of my room this morning because the sun is missing, and there seems to be cold smoke everywhere. Our plans to pay a morning visit to Princess Selene are canceled. I am no longer in the mood to put that ugly princess in her rightful place! I will stay in my chamber until the sun comes out! And make sure you tell her this in a whisper, I don’t want anyone hearing we plan to deal with Princess Selene!" She yelled out to the maids, her voice loud enough to be heard below the palace grounds, causing several guards to look up in her chamber’s direction. But the princess merely huffed and walked back into her room, humming.

Even Consort Seraphina, whose chamber was on the floor above the twins’ heard her daughter’s loud voice and almost spilled her morning scented tea on her lap. She looked toward her balcony with a deep, displeased frown feeling as though her daughters would be the death of her in this palace.

"This ominous weather and fog is a sign of bad luck for our lands, but I think my bad luck is having two uselessly beautiful daughters at once," she muttered with a sigh of dismay as she placed her teacup back on the table and stood up from her seat.

"I intended to check on the Emperor when I first saw this weather as his birthday banquet is in two weeks and this bad luck weather has suddenly appeared. But now I have another reason to check on him. Isolde and Celeste need husbands. They must be useful for once in their lives by marrying into other kingdoms that will support their brother’s enthronement," she said to her lady-in-waiting, who helped her into her robe.

Though her son might be the youngest of the princes, she would never lose hope in him becoming the next Emperor. Not to mention this ominous atmosphere would definitely cause panic in the hearts of those who knew of the Emperor’s illness. What if it was a sign that he would perish soon?

On the other side of the palace, in the Empress’s quarters, she looked at the weather with a deep frown as she stepped out onto her balcony. "Has there been any witch executions somewhere in the land?" she questioned her brother, Edward, the Emperor’s advisor and right-hand man, who was standing behind her on the balcony, also observing the weather with concern.

"No witch executions take place without the Emperor’s consent, and I haven’t heard of one in a while, not since the mass killing of the witches in Gina," Edward commented with a deep frown on his naturally hardened face, where a small scar rested below his thin lips. He was a man in his forties, with neck-length black hair and sharp brown eyes that matched the Empress’s, as they were of the same blood.

"A weather like this appears on two occasions: either a witch has been executed, or something evil is about to befall our lands," he said to his sister, who turned back around to face him.

"Whatever it is, we must hurry with our plans to secure Caelan’s enthronement. The Emperor’s birthday banquet is a great opportunity to make Caelan known to the other kings of the kingdoms under our Empire. With their support, we won’t have much to worry about."

Edward nodded. "You’re right. Have you gotten the girl under control and put her back on track, or do we need to kill her?" he asked, referring to Princess Selene, whom he had been itching to kill ever since she spoke disrespectfully to his elder sister in the dining hall yesterday.

"I’m sure she’s back on track by now. I have given her the poison and if she administers it as instructed, the second prince won’t make it to the day of the banquet," the Empress said, her lips spreading into a smile as she added, "Perhaps we are just worrying about the weather thinking something evil is about to befall us, but then it is the second prince’s death we will be grieving very soon."

"Then, if that is the case we have nothing to worry about. His death shall be something to look forward to," Edward remarked with a smirk on his face. After a few moments, he added, "Since the second prince is being handled, I will go check on the first prince. He is one of the easiest people to control."

"Speaking of princes, I haven’t seen Caelan this morning. I will go check on him, and while you’re with the first prince, tell Catherine to come see me. I have another business for her with that Selene."

Far away, in another part of the palace where the late Consort Lyria’s quarters was located, that side of the palace looked as deserted as an old and abandoned house.

No maids went there to clean or maintain the things the third consort had once cherished. The corridors were coated in layers of dust and draped with cobwebs, and the gloomy weather and fog seemed even denser in that part, where the fog slowly seeped into a certain room through the door’s gap.

The fog swirled around the person sleeping on the floor, and she stirred in her sleep before slowly opening her deep blue eyes. The moment her eyes opened and the blue in them became visible, the entire gloomy sky immediately cleared. In the blink of an eye, the fog disappeared, and the blue sky was visible with the sun slowly emerging from the horizon, surprising and causing even more panic to everyone as the change was so sudden.

Ave sat up on the floor and stared, confused, around the dirty room she found herself in. She shivered slightly as a gust of wind blew in through the open window where the sky was as bright and clear as anything she’d ever seen with birds flying overhead. She then looked down at the clothes she was wearing, which happened to be a thin ancient chemise. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Realization slowly dawned on her. She was still in the ancient era. With that realization came the remembrance of the incident last night, and her body trembled as she remembered the lifeless head of the young girl lying on the floor, and the warm blood that had splattered onto her skin, vivid and red.

Before Ave could dwell on that horrific incident, the door to the room slowly creaked open drawing her attention toward it. But to her surprise, no one walked in. She stared at it, waiting for someone to walk in, but the only thing that greeted her was the sight of the dirty, cobweb-covered walls of the opposite chamber where the doors hung ajar.

"Who’s there?" she called out. She wasn’t in the mood to stand and investigate who’d opened the door; her entire body ached from the discomfort of sleeping on the bare, hard floor. She tried to recall the last time she’d endured such a night, but it was impossible—she had grown accustomed to the luxuries of her success in 2024 where she had everything she could have ever dreamed of.

"Aveline..."

Her breath caught in her throat as she strained to hear, certain she had just heard her name whispered from the open door of the opposite room. Gooseflesh prickled along her arms as she waited, heart thudding, unsure if she had imagined it or if someone truly had called out to her.

"Is someone there?" she asked again as she forced herself to stand, driven by a mixture of curiosity and dread this time. Wasn’t she supposed to be Selene? Who in this world would know her true name—Aveline? Or was her mind playing cruel tricks on her, driven to the brink of madness by the trauma of the previous night?

If she were to lose her sanity in this ancient era, it would surely be her end. They knew nothing of therapists or psychiatric care. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she hesitantly began to approach the door. But just as she was about to step out of the chamber, Lydia burst into the room, her face streaked with tears.

"Your Highness..." Lydia’s voice was choked with relief as she looked Ave up and down, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "I thought you... you were dead. I saw Jasmine being dragged away by the Empress’s men last night, and a few hours later... they dragged her body..." Lydia’s voice broke, her shoulders shaking as she seemed unable to finish her words.

Ave immediately realized she was referring to Selene’s sister. She would have rather not known the girl by name, and now that she knew the beautiful, innocent girl from last night who had been killed before her eyes was Jasmine she felt her throat constrict and her eyes burn with tears she couldn’t seem to control

Ave’s sobs tore through her lips as she rushed to Lydia’s side and pulled the trembling girl into her arms. She didn’t know whether she sought comfort or wanted to offer it, but all she knew was that they both needed each other in that moment.

Deep down, Ave believed that poor Jasmine had died because of her—if she hadn’t spoken out in the dining hall yesterday, perhaps no one would have been hurt or killed, but then what surprised her the most was the fact that she had no regrets for speaking up for Lucian in front of the Empress, and she intended to do more than speak for him in the coming days.

"... I’m sorry..." she whispered softly as she hugged the maid.