The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

The queen was going crazy.

She had knocked down literally everything inside her chamber until there was nothing left, leaving her depressed. She screamed her lungs out and even banged on the door but got no response either.

HOW?!

Just how did they expect her to find the rat who had actually done this if she was to remain locked here? Harold had played her. He played her big time. And all the stupid aristocrats were too blind and cowardly to see that.

She was back to square one. Or maybe square zero.

She needed to see the physician. She had to instruct him to do all he could to save the king. That was the only way she was going to survive this, and the king was going to restore balance to the palace. She wished the king was healthy. If only he was awake, all of this wouldn't have been happening. She had a feeling Harold had locked her up here because he wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of the king and blame her for it. It would even be worse if he found out she had told the head physician not to treat the king. And if Harold ever succeeded in getting rid of the king and taking her down, it was going to be very easy to get rid of Ivan too and claim the throne for himself.

That cowardly Damon had caused this, and he was yet to come see her to explain himself!

It seemed her brother had also meant it when he said he was going to cut ties with her. The only one she would have counted on was her useless son, and she had ordered for him to be fed with the strongest potion to put him to sleep when he was going crazy the previous day over Luciana. He obviously wouldn't be waking up for at least two more days.

With all hope lost, she fell to the ground in despair. She was not going to cry. No matter how much they try to lie against her, she was innocent, so she had nothing to fear.

Why was the moon goddess so unfair to her? Why?! She didn't deserve any of this. The ones that should be punished were Harold and his witch, not her.

Or maybe she should still hope in Sir Damon? She believed he was going to find a solution to all this as the king's beta. Besides, Harold had humiliated him enough, and he must want to pay Harold back.

She had to believe in him.

Meanwhile, after concluding his conversation with Lady Victoria, the said Harold went to see the king, where he spent most of the day together with the head physician, who was making some herbs in the king's chamber and also drawing out his blood.

To Alphas, their blood was their life, and the more blood they had, the stronger they were. So after losing almost two bowls of his blood, he felt faint, and it was taking a long time for his wound to heal, which meant he could not go and see Alicia.

It was one thing for her to know that he was a werewolf; it was another for him to go meet her with a deep cut in his wrist that had yet to heal.

Harold had been able to get Lady Victoria's word on finding him a bottle of camelion's water. She had said it was rare but it was not impossible to get it from old physicians living on the outskirts of the kingdom, and she had promised to ask one of her loyal guards to go check for it if Harold permitted him to leave the palace. Harold hadn't thought twice about it. In fact, he had been too excited that he had lifted the food ban in the palace before he knew what he was doing.

As for Beta's nightmare and Alpha's plight, Lady Victoria had no idea how to get them. The thought of Beta's nightmare gave her goosebumps, and Alpha's plight on the other hand was something rare, both because there were not many Alphas in existence and because of the kind of effect it would have on them. It was poison.

"How long is it going to take before the king wakes up?" Harold asked the man, who stopped mixing herbs into the bowl of blood and looked at Harold, who seemed eager for the King to wake up.

With everything going on in the palace lately, some people have been speculating that Harold was trying to claim the throne for himself.

If only they could see how much effort he was putting into making sure the king woke up.

"That, I cannot say, My Prince." He said with an apologetic bow that made Harold sigh.

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True to the queen's belief, Sir Damon was trying to find a solution to all this mess. Surprisingly, he had not been allowed to meet with Agnes in the dungeon, which had greatly infuriated him. It seemed like with every passing day, Harold was bound to make him feel more useless, and he hated it.

Now, he was outside the door of the second witness, and he hoped he was going to get an answer and not some fainting.

He knocked on Tyra's door, and almost at the same time, the door opened from the inside with a physician stepping out. The young man bowed to greet Damon when he saw him before stepping to the side. ƒ𝐫𝒆𝐞w𝗲𝚋𝗻૦𝘷e𝙡.c𝑜𝙢

"How is she?" Damon asked dutifully.

"She is better, My Lord. She only needs to keep resting. Her pulse is very weak." The physician explained.

Damon nodded and stepped in just as the physician left.

Tyra was sleeping on the bed quietly, but as soon as Damon entered, she opened her eyes and looked at him, slowly sitting up.

"How are you doing?" Damon asked in an emotionless tone as he looked at her small, weak frame on the bed.

Tyra maintained eye contact with him, which surprised him, and he was even more surprised when she snorted.

"I thought my smell irritated you. It's a surprise you can step into my chamber." She said in an annoyed tone.

That startled him as he looked at her in confusion, wondering what was wrong with her. She had never dared talk to him in that tone or even look at him so condescendingly.

"I have nothing to say to you. Leave." She said coldly and looked away from him.

Damon found it difficult to process what was exactly happening now. She seemed like a totally different person. However, he had a goal in mind and decided to ignore her rudeness. He wouldn't blame her for it. The only person to be blamed was Harold, who was making everyone look down on him.

"What happened on that night? I know you are hiding something." He said in a serious tone, prodding her for an answer.

She turned to look at him, and the look on her face slowly transformed into one of amusement. She let out a laugh, surprising him again. "I am hiding something?" She asked. "That is a surprise. People might think you are a saint."

What was she talking about? He frowned at her in annoyance but could not help but ask, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"As far as I can remember, we do not have any kind of relationship for you to come into my room and question me. The maid already said the queen ordered her, and I said so too. Punish the queen for it and leave me out of it."

As soon as she said that, she got down from the bed and pointed at the door. "Get out."

"Watch your tone—"

Her voice grew louder, and she yelled, cutting him off. "GET OUT! NOW!!"

Sir Damon flinched and looked at her as though she was crazy. Something was definitely wrong. Hesitantly, he stepped out of the room, and as soon as he was out, someone jumped in and entered the room through her window.

Damian went straight to the door and locked it with the key before he turned around and looked at Tyra, who was sitting on the floor now and running her hands through her hair repeatedly until it was a mess all over.

"Come to your senses!" Damian snapped harshly as he grabbed her from the floor, pulling her up.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He whispered harshly, sounding annoyed.

With all her might, she pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE CAUSED?" She yelled before breaking down in tears.

She was about to fall back to the bed, but he held her and helped her sit on the bed as he quickly reached for a bottle of potion from his pocket, opened it, and offered it to her.

She stood up from the bed and grabbed it, trying to throw it out the window, but he was quicker. He took the bottle from her and grabbed her from behind, forcefully feeding her the potion while she flailed about and tried to get away from him. But he was bigger. He a beta and also a warrior, so there was no way she would have won against him.

Her fighting gradually stopped, and her cries died down as he released her, helping her return to lie down on the bed.

"You need to be calm." He said softly as he gently turned her into bed.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, giving in to the calmness.