The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride



Amber's eyes suddenly widened slightly. "I... know you." She said to Tyra in surprise. 

"It... was you." Amber breathed out, but she looked confused because it didn't make sense to her either. How was it possible?

Her head was spinning at this point. She wondered if she was thinking wrongly since she had just been forcefully awoken from her consciousness by a crazy princess who wanted to kill her. But she didn't think she was mistaken. It was this girl. She had been the one in the next room in the inn, where she had been waiting for Harvey. 

It had all started with her. Amber was surprised as she began to get a clearer picture of everything while trying to put her memories and those of Alicia side by side. 

"You... sent people after me?" Amber quietly asked as she looked at the genesis of her problems. But she did not exactly get it. Why was it her?

Tyra obviously didn't understand what she was talking about. She looked at Amber's face and cackled with laughter. "You seem to have lost it," Tyra said in between laughs as she wiped off her amused tears. 

"That is good. That is very good!" Tyra said this with a smile as she slowly began to approach Amber's bed, trying to take advantage of how weak Amber was. 

"Why did you try to kill him," Amber said this to Tyra, stopping her from moving closer. "Your brother," she added. 

Tyra paused, not sure what Amber was talking about. Amber looked like she was having a bad headache. She cradled her head with both arms and moaned quietly in pain. Seeing this, Tyra thought it was best to advance. She kept her eyes on the pillow and slowly began to head toward the bed. The pillow was her only safe choice at this point as it wouldn't leave any evidence. The thought excited her.

However, she let out a squeal and jumped back when Amber suddenly raised her head and looked at her with clear eyes. 

"You have tried to kill me three times!" Amber said with certainty as she put her hand down on the bed to help herself down from the bed and get up.

Tyra looked at her in disbelief and quietly asked, "Tried to kill you three times?" She shook her head. "I have killed you a million times in my head already!" She said this as anger began to rise within her, and her voice rose. 

"You should have just continued to be a stupid human that caused trouble every day. I liked you better then!" She cried out.

"Why do you hate your brother's bride so much?" Amber asked her calmly, even though she was anything but calm. She felt very sick. If Tyra hadn't woken her up, she probably would have been asleep for a few more days. Her head was muddled and aching. The flood of memories that weren't hers made it difficult for her to think. But she couldn't show it. 

Amber's attitude greatly annoyed Tyra. Why was she so calm? She acted like she didn't see Tyra as a threat. Everyone should see her as a threat. She had worked her whole life for everyone to see her as a threat right now!

Tyra's chest rose and fell aggressively as she fisted her hands to look at Amber, who was looking at her with prying eyes.

"Do you think you are special just because Prince Harold favours you?" Tyra snarled before letting out a condescending scoff. "You must have used your witchcraft to charm him and make him like you! Prince Harold didn't like you! He didn't want you anywhere near him! He didn't even want to bring you to the royal dinner after your wedding. He didn't even ask for a honeymoon for you two because he hates you. And then you had to use witchcraft on him! HOW DARE YOU STUPID WITCH!?"

Amber looked at her. Something was definitely wrong with this princess. She looked angry, livid, and crazy. And she had angry tears spilling down her red eyes. Just how much hate did she have in her for an oblivious Alicia?

Amber shook her head gently. "Lucky you. I do not practice witchcraft. Otherwise—"

"SHUT UP!" Tyra yelled at her. "YOU STILL DARE LIE TO MY FACE?"

Tyra let out a laugh and tried to get a strong grip on her hair, but it had been properly fastened in place by several hairpins. She groaned and reached for her hair, furiously pulling the hairpins until one fell out, letting her get a good grip on her hair. As she did that, she continued ranting.

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE IT ON YOUR STUPID WEDDING DAY THAT YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY SMELL ON YOU? OF COURSE, I DID!"

Tyra's yells were making it hard for Amber. She knew it wouldn't be long before she fell back into sleep. She didn't want that. Especially right now. She had to be awake until the Blood Moon. She had to unlock her core and get rid of every one of them at once.

Tyra continued ranting.

"It wasn't hard to know you were one. I have always known you were a witch. And now everyone in this kingdom knows you are one. So even if they ever find out that it was I who got rid of you, they are going to worship me." She laughed excitedly. "EVERYONE IS GOING TO WORSHIP ME! AND PRINCE HAROLD WOULD NOT CARE ABOUT YOU SINCE HE HAS ME—"

Amber let out a laugh and shook her head. "Do you think a weakling like you can kill me even in my sleep?" She asked in a tired tone as she gestured at the bed. 

"You've already tried and seen how useless you can be, even to yourself."

Those words felt like a dagger to Tyra's heart, and her entire body froze in place. She was instantly broken and all her confidence died out with just those few words.

"How... can you... say that to me?" She asked Amber.

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO ME?!" She yelled angrily and burst into tears, startling Amber.

An urgent knock sounded on the door, followed by one of the guard's voices as he said, "Should we come in, My Princess—"

"GO FURTHER AWAY!" Tyra yelled at the door. 

"I WILL KILL ANY OF YOU WHO COMES IN HERE WITHOUT MY ORDER."

"Apologies, my princess." The guard said before they heard two heavy footsteps walk farther away.

As Tyra's eyes moved away from the door, they fell on the hairpin on the floor and her eyes flashed dangerously. She picked it up and held it tightly, her eyes moving back to Amber who was just watching her quietly.

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