The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride



As soon as Paulina stepped out of the room and closed the door, she rested her back against the door and covered her face with her hands, feeling very emotional but not sure how to react. 

She couldn't even cry. She didn't know what to feel. 

Why couldn't they just be two different people in two different bodies?

How long was this going to continue? She hadn't known just how much she had missed Princess Amber until those few minutes they had been together. And now she was gone. 

What exactly was she going to tell Lady Alicia? 

That Prince Harold had been unconscious? Susan was dead? Lady Luciana had lost her voice, and her life span had been cut short? Or that Alvin had journeyed into the town after she told him Susan had been looking for Katherine? Tyra was acting crazy and had not only attacked her but also arrested a lot of innocent people and tried to kill her? 

She at least had to start somewhere. 

She took a deep breath before she decided to go look for the physician. She was not worried about Tyra showing up at the chamber because Tyra was currently in the morning assembly, and it seemed like things were really tough this time because when Harvey had come to check up on Amber at dawn, he had told her he would be returning after the assembly. Surprisingly, Lance had also come to check on her, and when both men were talking, Harvey mentioned something about Sir Damon being brought in as a witness against the queen. 

She didn't know what that meant, but judging by how Harvey still wasn't back yet, it meant the morning assembly was taking a long time. She only hoped there was no more trouble. 

At least for now. 

But maybe that was only wishful thinking. Because in the assembly hall stood Tyra, who was not willing to sit back and let rumours continue to fly around about how unworthy she was to lead the kingdom in the absence of the others. 

Not even a scar on her delicate face and a burn on her arm could keep her. She had come too far to succumb to this little glitch in her plan. 

Her wounds usually take a long time to heal, but unfortunately, this one was taking even longer. Hate filled her heart for everyone, but especially for Amber. She didn't want to act recklessly anymore, not with Harvey watching her every move, just like he was doing right now.

She looked back at Harvey over the black veil covering her face from the hat she wore. 

It was inappropriate for women's bodies to be scarred. The thought of it still brought her great grief and madness. She was also wearing a long-sleeved dress that covered the burn mark on her arm. 

Princess Amber was going to pay for it. 

She swore with her life. 

But for now, she had to quickly put everyone else in their place. And seeing things go according to her plan made her heart delighted, temporarily forgetting about the humiliation she had faced.

Whether they all hated her and were cursing her because of their children, who were all still locked up in the dungeon, she didn't care. They all deserved it. Every single one of them. 

She would have had all their wives locked up too. That was her only regret. That way, they would learn their lesson, and she wouldn't have been insulted this morning by a nobleman who had been used as a scapegoat and dragged out of the room to the dungeon.

"It was the Queen," Damon said in a tight voice.

As angry as Tyra was currently, those words brought a smile to her face. 

Finally!

"I currently have the highest authority in the palace. If you promise to put the entire blame on the queen and Ivan, I will make sure to spare your life and give you the chance to find Damian yourself and get rid of him before your secret comes to light." Those were the words she had said to him the previous day.

She had thought he would at least stick to being the tough guy. 

"She... got rid of Sir Wilson," Damon confessed to the house. "She also got rid of the guards who carried out the act. I'm sure you must have already realized they were dead."

His words caused an uproar in the room, even when he was still in the middle of his speech. 

Questions flew from all angles from every nobleman in the room.

That was just impossible. 

But the main question on all of their minds was: Why?

"SILENCE!" Tyra yelled at the house. The noise was driving her insane. 

Of course, she was the one chairing this meeting. Something even Harold hadn't done. 

"Go on." She urged Damon to continue while trying so hard not to grin in delight. This was the same person who always looked down on her. One would have thought he was a principled man. But he was nothing but a coward. A coward now under her mercy. 

Damon gritted his teeth. Any observant person would have noticed the hate in his heart whenever he looked at Tyra. But what other choice did he have instead of saving himself?

"The queen has always been greedy for the throne. That you can confirm from the queen's own brother, Lord Evan." He said this to the house and turned his gaze to the spot where Lord Evan usually stood but was now absent.

"Sir Wilson seemed to have stumbled upon this secret of hers, and she silenced him. I do admit that I knew about it later but took no action. But I wouldn't use the king's guards for something so atrocious."

The noblemen had so many questions. 

Was that how the queen and Ivan were able to get their hands on such strange potions? Has she been hiding it all this time?

Had she been plotting this for a long time and now decided to attack the King and Prince Harold?

Was she trying to rebel by deliberately trying to get her relatives to marry into the Minister of War's family? 

This brought them back to Sir Richard. 

However, the tiny witch that looked stompable was making it difficult for them to voice out their thoughts. Nothing had been this annoying and frustrating for the men's bloated egos. 

"I admit that I am guilty of that, and I'm willing to be punished by the king himself," Damon spoke in a firm tone.

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