Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 293: The coronation

Lucian’s coronation ceremony took place in the cathedral that morning. The building had never been this filled before, even when the late Emperor was being crowned. Many guests had not had time to prepare when Caelan was crowned, and not all were invited.

However, Ave made sure Lucian’s wasn’t an isolated event where they would only hear about it. She wanted many to witness it and write about it. This day would go down in the new history—someone would record this day, and their descendants would read about it with pride, not dread.

She had taken charge of everything to make it grand, and it fell short of nothing. Everyone made it there. And there was no wasting time when their carriage finally arrived before the cathedral. The ceremony took place immediately.

The High Priest oversaw the proceedings, while the unhappy court members, nobles, and royal guests gathered to witness the ceremony. Many had long faces as they watched the entrance of the prince and his wife.

Lucian and Ave walked side by side down the red-carpeted aisle, making their way toward the throne seats where the priest awaited them.

The pair reached the priest and bowed in unison before standing before the throne seats.

The priest began the ceremony.

Lucian knelt on the aisle and recited his coronation oaths. The priest then took the crown from the ceremonial pillow, announcing, "I hereby present unto you, O citizens of our greatest Empire, Lucian Pendragon, your new Emperor!" He carefully placed the crown onto Lucian’s head while a round of applause shook the high ceilings of the cathedral’s colorful windows.

The priest performed the same ritual for Ave, placing the Empress’s crown on her head as well. However, the applause wasn’t as loud as Lucian’s.

After crowning the new rulers, the priest’s voice echoed throughout the grand, high-ceilinged cathedral, "Today marks the ascension of the twentieth Emperor of Pendragon, Emperor Lucian Pendragon!"

The moment Lucian sat on the throne after the declaration, the witnesses and guests bowed deeply, their voices resonating in unison, "Hail His Majesty, the Emperor of Pendragon!"

"Hail Her Majesty, the Empress of Pendragon!"

Ave sat down beside Lucian, emotion rising in her throat as her eyes burned with happy tears. She had not expected to be crowned his Empress, as she had heard many saying the woman to secure him with an heir had the right to sit beside him. And since many had been against her being the Empress, she had thought Lucian would leave the space vacant.

But he had taken her by surprise when he told her she would ride with him in the Emperor’s carriage because she would be his Empress, or else he didn’t want the throne. He had said that for the sake of argument, but what he didn’t know was that Ave would never argue with that because she wanted so much to be by his side.

She glanced at her husband, seated next to her in his glorious Emperor’s attire, the crown resting proudly on his head. Her gaze lingered on his rich ebony hair, his thick lashes framing his piercing amber eyes, his straight nose, and his tightly pressed lips as he looked down at the displeased guests.

His presence was commanding, towering above all others, and no one dared to say a word against it or point out the fact that she had not earned the space beside him with an heir yet. Only by having his first son was she to take that place.

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And Ave stared at him, her love for him dancing on her sleeves.

As if sensing Ave’s gaze, Lucian turned his head toward her. When their eyes locked, his hardened face softened into a tender look before he smiled at her. He reached his hand toward hers, resting on the arm of the high chair, and covered her small, slender hand with his large one. He intertwined their fingers and touched the sensitive inner skin of her palm with his finger, tracing words on her skin while his eyes remained locked with hers.

"My heart..." He traced each word on her palm, and she kept up with his movement, reading it in her mind and feeling her heart swell with a kind of warmth that traveled all the way from her chest to her core. "My love," he continued. "My fierce kitten... My life, heart, body, and soul..."

Ave had no idea why he was tracing those words of endearment on her inner palm, but her heart soared as her eyes pricked with tears of happiness. He no longer gazed at her with suspicion, as if he knew she was hiding something, but with affection. Though she knew she still had a long way to go, she tried to put everything aside to live in the moment and cherish every single second of it.

She kept her gaze fixed on him and muttered softly, "I love you."

At her words, Lucian’s smile widened into a grin, as though he couldn’t contain his feelings. "I love you more, my heart. More than I have words to express." He whispered, his voice warm beside her ear as he leaned in slightly, not caring that many eyes were on them, and as an Emperor, he shouldn’t be doing that.

Ave’s smile grew even brighter, and she deliberately pressed a hand to her abdomen, sharing his love with their unborn child.

The coronation ceremony soon ended, followed by a grand banquet that took place in the palace banquet hall to celebrate the new Emperor’s ascension. The hall buzzed with life as the guests and the family swarmed in.

As the festivities soared, Lucian, who had been conversing with his brothers and some of the royal guests, suddenly excused himself. His sharp eyes scanned the guests as he felt something strange about his wife through his connections with her.

He didn’t need to look for long before he found her conversing with the Chen royals. She was being introduced to some important guests by the elder Queen Mother of Chen, who was proudly telling her friends about the Empress’s skills in coming up with wonderful delicacies.

Many of them were trying to be in Ave’s favor now that she had been crowned. Though the elder woman had already liked her before, it wasn’t the same with the people being introduced to her, who were only trying to get on her good side to be in her circle.

Ave had enjoyed the elder woman’s company at first, but she began to feel exhausted as they were standing and moving around the hall. She was being introduced to another guest, whose name she probably wouldn’t remember again, when she felt a strong arm come around her waist from behind.

Ave knew his touch, so she subconsciously leaned into him as he came into her view and pulled her away from the crowd without a word of apology to them.

Lucian didn’t stop to talk to anyone again or see where the banquet would end. He just wordlessly began to take her back toward the palace. It was when she realized they were leaving the hall that Ave asked,

"Where are we going?" She asked without trying to stop him, as she also wanted to get away from all the crowd.

She was used to attention, as she had once lived a life of a celebrity. However, this felt quite overwhelming, as the attention was nothing like fans seeing their favorite celebrity and wanting an autograph or a picture with her. This was on another level, where they would press her to throw a tea party and give them an invitation to it.

"To rest. Let them continue enjoying the banquet. Alden and Lady Seraphina will take care of the guests in our absence. We have done our part for today," he told her as he came to a stop by the few stairs that led down from the hall and turned to her. She looked tired even though she tried to hide it. He had lived with her long enough to know when his wife wasn’t feeling good and trying to act fine.

Without a word he bent down and gently gathered her into his arms, holding her securely as he walked across the snow-covered twilight grounds toward the palace entrance.

Ave didn’t protest; instead, she leaned her head against his shoulder, savoring the unexpected princess treatment and inhaling his spicy scent, which surprisingly calmed every tired nerve in her body.

Though no fresh snow had fallen in recent days, the ground remained blanketed in white. The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the snowy landscape in a warm glow, turning the white into shimmering gold. The scene was serene and breathtaking, a quiet contrast to the lively hall they had left behind where most of the guests remained.

Ave’s eyes were starting to slowly drift closed when Lucian’s voice came.

"Love, if ever something is wrong with you, I want you to tell me and not try to hide it. We are limited to medicine here, unlike the future where things are advanced. Even if it’s a slight headache, tell me about it so you can take the herbs to help with the ache before it leads to something worst," he said quietly as he looked down at her slightly closed eyes.

Lucian had seen people die from a mere headache that went untreated; some had died from a small, untreated cut. He might not know what was wrong with his wife, but something told him she wasn’t completely fine.

"Hmm. I am not sick. I just get easily tired because of all the stress of arranging the event, and thankfully, it has come to an end now..." she whispered softly as a yawn escaped her mouth. Then she sighed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep comfortably in his arms, without worrying about anything in the world.

Lucian stared down at her sleeping face and still couldn’t figure out why he felt she was hiding something from him. However, he didn’t want to push her to reveal things she didn’t want him to know.

She would open up to him when she thought it right to share whatever she was hiding. But for now, he hoped she wouldn’t still insist on separate living arrangements. That was what he didn’t want to consider, even though he had agreed to it when she asked.