Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 289: The man in her room

The remaining days before the coronation seemed to pass in a blur. The Pendragon palace became filled with guests who had traveled from around the empire and outside it to witness the ascension of the new Emperor of the mighty and largest empire in the whole world. It was not something they wanted to miss, even though many of them did not look forward to the changes the crown prince was aiming for.

Meanwhile, the commoners were excited about the changes as they had heard the promises Lucian had made to make their land better and send back the slaves to their lands. The nobles were not happy about it, but none of them could voice their displeasure for fear of losing their titles.

They dreaded the changes Lucian promised to make, as it would cost them more money to pay their workers. And what’s more, he dared to invite the villagers and commoners to attend the coronation banquet, something that had never happened before in their history, and everyone had heard it was his wife’s suggestion.

She had talked him into many of the absurd changes that were about to happen, thus many hated Ave and hoped she wouldn’t be crowned the Empress. She was completely insane to think she could change things all of a sudden.

Before the Empress was overthrown, they’d all heard that the second prince’s wife was a witch and responsible for the disappearance of many of the royal guests at the late emperor’s birthday ceremony.

She had been wanted at some point, and now suddenly Prince Lucian wanted to make the witches free and free her of those allegations without a punishment because she was his wife. Many would have overlooked things had she not begun to interfere in the royal court’s decisions and make the prince take steps that would ruin many of the nobles’ lives!

"If he can’t think like a ruler should, we have to talk the elder prince into taking the throne. He is the oldest, after all, and isn’t married to an insane witch. He will be in our favor and not agree to all these stupid changes," said one of the court members who had gathered the others to have a private meeting without the prince so they could come to an agreement before coronation day.

"I agree with you, Lord Grim. If we allow him to stop the trade of conquering the witches’ kingdoms and getting back slaves, many of us will not be as wealthy as we are today. Our wealth will get lost to paying those low lives when we have lived almost fifty years now without having to pay our workers," agreed another one of the court members.

They would have preferred the Empress’s son ruling than having to deal with this.

When Caelan’s coronation had happened, there had not been any absurd changes but instead, everything had been in their favor. He had promised them each a land in the conquered kingdoms, but now Prince Lucian was going to give back the lands to the slaves. He was going too far. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

They had thought he would make things better for the nobles more than how Caelan had promised because he was the so-called cursed prince who didn’t care about the low lives, but it seemed they had all been wrong.

"Then how do you think we should talk to Prince Alden to help us from—" Lord Grim was saying but didn’t get to complete his words as the door was opened and the man in question walked in.

"If you plan to talk me against my brother, you better think twice about it," Alden said emotionlessly as he walked into the room where he had been sent a secret letter to meet them. "I am not interested in taking over the throne."

"You can’t mean you will allow His Highness to make these changes and allow us to live with the witches, are you? Have you forgotten they were responsible for the second consort’s death, your own Ma?" Came Lord Grim’s words meant to make him see how he shouldn’t allow this to happen, but his words only achieved the opposite of what he wanted.

Alden’s gray eyes darkened as they narrowed down at the elder man. "No witch is responsible for my Ma’s death. It was the Empress, the same woman you all have supported and bowed to, who killed her."

He had realized this far too late. The Empress had played and toyed with his mind and heart and used him as a puppet to her plans. Had she not shown her true self in the days he was left to die, he would have still blamed everything on Lucian’s mother, a woman who had tried to console him when he lost his mother, but he’d pushed her away because he believed she was a hypocrite responsible for everything.

He had even pulled his sword at her. And now he regretted it. She would have been a far greater foster mother to him and Thalia than the Empress had been.

"Your Highness, what about the changes the redheaded witch is making your brother—" the man didn’t finish his words because a sword was pulled towards his throat.

Alden’s eyes narrowed down at the trembling man. "You know me better than anyone, my lord, and what I hate most is disrespect towards my family. She has a title, and you will address her respectfully with the title or risk losing your head," he warned as he pressed the edge of his sharp sword at the man’s saggy old skin.

Aveline was the reason he had lived, and he would not tolerate any disrespect towards her.

Furthermore, he had nothing against whatever Lucian was aiming for in the Empire. For as long as nothing would affect his sister or the family, he was okay with it.

"This is the first and last time I will tolerate being entangled in your schemes. If you so much as think of causing trouble for my brother before his coronation, you will feel the bite of my sword. Do I make myself clear?" he demanded, his voice cold and commanding as his glare pierced through each of the five men in the room.

Alden was done being a puppet to anyone, and when he saw them nod in understanding, he pulled back his sword and turned on his heels, slamming the door behind him.

Even though Alden wasn’t on talking terms with Lucian yet, he wouldn’t allow anyone to sabotage his coronation. Lucian and Zane were still on his blacklist, especially Zane, but because he had brought his sister back safe and sound from the minister, Alden had begun to learn to be less harsh to the man.

As the preparation for the coronation went on, set to happen on the next day, many moved around collecting jewelry and dresses. The Pendragon princesses were among the many princesses who were eager to collect their dresses. Each of their servants carried it for them as they went to their chambers to try it on.

Thalia, however, didn’t need her maidservant as she’d sent her to help Lydia assist in smuggling the books about health which Thalia had had in her chambers for a while now since the day she had taken it from the physician. Though she didn’t know why Ave wasn’t planning to tell Lucian about her pregnancy now, she had no intentions of telling on her but to help her with things she needed in secret.

Ave had helped her begin to forgive herself for what she had done that day with Zane. She had begun to try, though unsuccessfully, to forget him and how it felt to be in such a position with him that day.

She had dreamed about it countless nights, though in her dreams he always came back to check on her to also make her feel better. He would hug her and help her clean up like a caring lover. She wanted to stop having those dreams as well, so it would be easy to pretend that day never happened and to also act normal whenever she caught a glimpse of him from a distance.

Thanks to the upcoming event, she saw less of him and thought less of him. She smiled knowing with time, everything would go back to normal and her life would be just as it used to be before she went through the trauma of thinking she’d lost her brother and being dragged to marry and then getting heartbroken by the man of her dreams.

Everything would be fine, she assured herself as she turned the knob of her door with her elbow, as her hands were stacked with her dress and jewelry box. She then pushed it open with her leg and closed it behind her.

Thalia didn’t notice anything different in her chamber until she walked to the bed and put the clothes and jewelry box on it and was about to take off her current dress to try on the new ones to see if it would need any adjustments.

She was reaching for the strings at the back of her dress when she felt a warm hand cover hers from behind. She jumped and was about to scream when a palm came around to cover her mouth and muffled her screams in her throat.

Thalia began to struggle in the hands of the intruder when she felt an arm snake around her waist from behind to stop her from fighting. The hand was strong and muscular, and its palm flattened against her hip and pulled her into him before she heard him whisper, "It’s me."

She recognized the voice immediately, even though it had spoken in a whisper that tickled her earlobe and made her body tensed up as memories she had thought were fading in her mind started to play fresh again.

He had spoken with the same tone of voice when he whispered her name and moved inside her that day. His voice had sounded breathy just like now. And those memories brought tears to her eyes and burned her throat.

She began to struggle again, with all of her might this time, but her struggling did nothing to make him budge. He was as strong as a mountain rock. However, his hand slowly moved away from her mouth when her tears touched his hand.

"Let go of me!" she cried out the moment his hand left her mouth.

"Haven’t you already had enough hurting me? What do you want from me now?" she sobbed as she began to hit at his hand around her, but they only tightened their grip to keep her pressed against him where she was faintly aware of his solid front against her back.

"I didn’t mean to hurt you," he whispered softly as her struggling began to subside, but her sobs didn’t.

"Princess?" He slowly let go of her waist as he turned her to face him, but she refused to meet his eyes and kept her head turned to the side.

"Go away..." she said, not meaning it entirely.

She was angry at him, and she wanted to hate him for what he had put her through, but her traitorous heart was falling for him all over again.

He was standing too close for her to hate his closeness.

"What do you want from me?" she asked as she stopped her crying to turn to meet his eyes.

She was startled for a moment to see the anguish in them as he stared down at her.