Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 294: Temperament

A month passed after Lucian’s coronation; however, in that month, many things had gone from bad to worse, especially for Lucian, who had been forced to live separately from his wife because he had failed terribly to make her change her mind and see how much of a bad idea that was.

From the day she had moved her things to the Empress’s quarters in the palace, Lucian had lived his days in a terrible mood that people, including his family, started to avoid his way. He got angry easily and lost his temper at the smallest mistakes.

He would snap at the innocent servants and complain about his meals and how no one knew how to set his plates like his wife. He would leave the dining hall angrily as Ave ate in her quarters, and most of his family went to join her there, leaving him with his brothers.

When they also couldn’t take his temper, Orion went to Ave’s quarters to eat his meal, even if just so he could see Lydia.

That wasn’t the worst part. His wife went to sleep early, and she always locked her door and the double doors that led to her quarters while keeping guards outside to not allow anyone to disturb her, including him, her husband.

Lucian could order the guards to open the quarters’ doors, but he didn’t. He was mad the first four nights she did that because it reminded him of Selene and how she would lock him out when he first married her. His Ave was doing that as well.

He slept every single night like torture because she wasn’t there. Not being able to hold her to sleep, to make love to her, and feel the silky smoothness of her naked skin against his was almost unbearable at night. He had become so used to sleeping next to her that he had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone at night.

There were nights and days he would want to go and barge into her quarters and get her back even if it meant he would drag her back against her will, but he didn’t.

He would have if it weren’t for the connection between them. What brought his mind some peace and made him not force her back was the fact that he could feel she missed him as well. His connection didn’t limit any feelings that went through her.

She wanted him and missed him. There were nights he sensed her arousal and would get aroused himself and want to go to her but stop himself, hoping she would find her way back to him, just like she had packed her things in his absence that day. He had returned to their chamber to find her things gone that day.

However, the more she didn’t come back to him, the more Lucian was blinded by his emotions and anger.

That wasn’t the worst part of everything that had happened and gone wrong in their perfect life. A few weeks ago, he’d discovered that the nobles were spreading rumors about his wife and insisting she should be punished for the so-called crimes she had committed before.

They said since the white witches were about to get free and move among the humans freely, Ave should be punished for killing Princess Madeline and the two other royal guests who had gone missing in the palace.

Every time Lucian went through the people’s parchment requests, most of them were insisting on his wife’s dethronement and punishment. Words even began to spread that he hadn’t been fair when he fought for the throne. They said his wife had used her witch powers to give him an advantage by killing Emperor Alaric and Caelan. She had done that to make a chance for herself to be Empress and to ruin their lands.

At first, Lucian ignored the rumors and the damn requests as he had more concerning matters about why his wife was trying to live away from him when she still loved him. But then he could no longer ignore it when she almost got assassinated on her way out of the palace to see the children who had been orphaned by the war days ago.

When Ave sent word to him that she wanted to go out to see the children, Lucian had insisted on going with her, but she had refused, saying she had Thalia and the others and many guards going with her. She said his presence would intimidate the children.

Lucian had given his permission, even though he’d increased and doubled the guards going with her. He’d disguised himself and followed her procession, only to sense something wrong on the way. His sharp senses had made him take note of the men in black in the forest brushes by the roadsides.

He hadn’t alarmed his wife and sisters in the royal carriage, nor the clueless guards he had trusted with his wife’s safety, who were not able to sense the wrongness on the side bushes. He had dismounted his horse and moved into the forest. Before they could attack, Lucian had taken down the men in the blink of an eye. He set some on fire while he killed others with his bare claws.

Hundreds of men lay dead on the forest grounds, their blood trailing down his hands and clothes, his eyes darkened with rage at the thought that someone had dared to send assassins after his wife.

They would have succeeded in their attack had he not followed her because, right there, he realized one of the many men was a dark witch in the process of drawing a vicious spell on the ground so when her carriage got to the direction, they would attack and take her down easily.

Lucian’s rage was so much he stopped his wife’s procession and ordered them back to the palace. He didn’t let her see him and gave the order to the head commander of the soldiers escorting her. Later that day he’d learned from the guard that his wife was mad as she believed he didn’t want her to go because she had refused him to come with her.

Lucian would rather she was angry than dead.

He had no idea who was behind that assassination attempt as his wife had more enemies than he would suspect one person. He would have thought one of the court members who had been against his wife was responsible, but the fact that a dark witch was involved gave him a sense of foreboding at the thought that the Empress, who had been haunting his days as he couldn’t find her, was responsible for this.

From having to worry about the distance his wife had put between them to her safety made him a walking destruction to everyone in the palace. The guests who had not left after his coronation dared not stay behind any longer and found their way to their kingdoms and homes.

Lucian told no one about the assassination but Rylan, Alden, and Zane, who were determined to find the former Empress. He gave orders to the soldiers he’d put around to not allow his wife to leave the palace ever again until he said so.

She sent him a letter the other day, calling him all sorts of names for making her a prisoner in the palace. However, she never came to confront him about it, even though he had looked forward to her confrontation. She never met him in person but sent letters.

He would never be at ease until Elara was found and killed, and the more it seemed impossible to find her, the more rage he lived in.

They had gone to the night creatures’ barrier where Rylan had once followed the former Empress, but the barrier had locked back and was no longer visible anymore, like that day Rylan had seen the man behind it talking to the former Empress.

The seal was still there, Rylan assured them; however, it was no longer visible. That had assured Lucian a bit as he knew the night creatures were still behind it, locked away. But what about that vicious woman? She was still loose and would come after his wife and his life.

That night, after they went back to the palace from looking at the night creatures’ barrier seal, Lucian went straight to his study and locked his door after ordering many goblets of wine.

While Lucian and Ave were both facing some problems in their relationship, it wasn’t the same for some.

Zane sneaked his way to a certain chamber after making sure Alden had gone to his chamber. He knocked on the door twice, and it cracked open, revealing the princess who welcomed him into her chamber before closing the door behind them and locking it.

Zane took off his coat and put it away on the chair before he went to Thalia, who now had her back to him while she frantically tried to hide a diary that had been lying on her bed, open with writing ink. She put it under her pillow and sat down, looking up at him with a flushed face.

She didn’t hug him like she did every night he sneaked into her chamber after the day of the coronation banquet when he had met her on the same balcony where he had thought she wanted to frame him on the night of the late Emperor’s birthday ceremony.

They had talked and laughed like partners on the balcony that he had almost forgotten that she hadn’t yet agreed about his marriage proposal until he brought it up, and she told him to still give her time to think about it. However, she had never stopped him when he did things unmarried couples weren’t supposed to do. Instead, she initiated it.

Now she only looked at him with her cheeks aflame without making any attempt to move away from the pillow.

"What’s wrong?" he asked as he went to sit next to her and put his arm around her.

"N-nothing," she lied, feeling ashamed of what she had been doing before he came in.

Well, she had been bored, and because everyone seemed too tense lately to be at ease along with her, she had spent most of her days in her chamber, looking back at everything that had happened between her and Zane and writing them down.

Ave had looked and seemed absentminded lately, and Thalia could not tell her about her secret relationship with Zane. Since she could only write it down, she had been doing just that until he knocked.

’I have become a truly shameless woman,’ Thalia had written in her diary a few minutes ago. ’I find myself looking forward every day to what naughtiness Zane and I might do together when he comes to my room. After the day of my brother’s coronation where he walked me to my chamber and I invited him in, things between us have changed. fгeewebnovёl.com

I can’t put a name to our relationship, but I know whatever we are doing is wrong; however, that is what makes it all the more exciting and thrilling. I never knew I was into the forbidden until him.

Yesterday at dinner in the Empress’s quarters, his hand was on my lap under the table. Nobody seemed to notice, but Lord, he was wicked in his touch. I almost choked on my food while he calmly ate his pizza or whatever exotic concoction the Empress insisted we try after she made her servant cook them.