The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

The mention of Beta's nightmare brought unpleasant feelings to everyone present there, knowing how much havoc that potion was capable of causing. Most especially the queen, who began to have flashes of the incident that happened over a decade ago. She shut her eyes tightly as she went back to that moment when she ran out of her chamber in an ungrateful manner, hoping it was all an unfunny joke but still finding her precious son's corpse.

The royal physician looked at her from where he stood, feeling her pain. Her favourite son, Prince Harry, had died after his fight with Harold. Even though the little stable boy who had witnessed the fight and had run to call for help had confessed that Prince Harold's heave wasn't strong enough to kill Prince Harry, no one had been willing to listen to him. No one even knew where the stable boy was anymore. As far as everyone was concerned, Prince Harold and Harry had fought, and the former used the advantage of being an Alpha to kill the latter.

But whether Prince Harry had been poisoned with Beta's nightmare or not was not the problem for the queen, because as far as they were concerned, it was not enough to kill a Beta, so Harold was still responsible since Prince Harry also had a head injury.

"How is that still in the palace when it was forbidden a long time ago?" Sir Gregory asked, shocked that his son had consumed such a substance.

Damian stormed in, looking like whatever he had to say was urgent and couldn't wait. How bowed at once and started, "I'm sorry to barge in rudely, but... Princess Tyra is very sick and needs the presence of the royal physicia—"

"I'm sorry, but she is still the princess, and she needs—"

Damian immediately went mute and just stood behind obediently.

"Just like every other person, I had no idea something like that still existed." He said to the house.

What was happening? By chance, was this a decade-long plot?

Was it all a coincidence?

"Who still uses that after it was forbidden?"

"The one who made the potion was Sir Wilson. It is impossible for it to still be in circulation."

"But it is still in circulation!" Sir Gregory cried out. The son he was feeling pained for was busy praying for this meeting to end soon because he was tired of standing. Lance wondered how these men were able to stand for hours and still have the energy to argue.

She wasn't sure what she felt at the moment.

But all she knew was that if she got the person, she was going to rip them apart with her bare hands.

"Didn't he die many years ago?" One nobleman asked the man beside him.

"Of course, he died! Why would he stop working here when he was so talented?" Another asked.

"You don't even know the whereabouts of someone who dedicated his life to this kingdom?" Alicia asked, showing her disgust.

"That's right. He worked for the palace, and if the palace isn't concerned about it, then why should we?" Another chipped in. 𝐟𝘳𝐞ℯ𝚠e𝑏𝒏𝑜𝙫𝘦𝙡. c𝑜𝐦

She looked at them in disbelief. Should she even be surprised? People were always going to be the same, whether in the past or present. How many politicians or people in government cared about citizens who dedicated their lives to work in sectors that promote the development of the country?

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ALL THAT!" The queen yelled, breaking Alicia's trail of thoughts.

"WHAT ARE YOU ACCUSING US OF?"

"IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY, THEN RETURN TO YOUR CHAMBERS AND STOP LAYING FALSE CLAIMS."

"Why would you dare speak here? Don't you know where you are standing?" A nobleman asked as he eyed Damian unpleasantly for daring to speak in their presence.

The 'our queen' he kept repeating almost made some of them gag.

Damian bowed to the house one more time as he began to speak. "Using harmful potions on members of the royal family is a crime punishable by death. And I believe that in order for the person to be caught, we need to start from the genesis of this whole problem and look for the one who made the potion."

"What if he didn't?" Damian asked calmly.

"What? All together? Why am I just learning this?" Another man asked.

Damian looked at them thoughtfully as he said, "If he was murdered, it makes it even more suspicious. Why would someone murder the entire family of a mere physician?"

His eyes moved to spare a glance at Damon, who was looking calm but whose entire resolve was broken.

"Maybe someone killed them to steal the potion and use it, or maybe it was for another reason; we cannot tell. But if we can find the reason and the person behind it, I believe we can find the person responsible for what happened that night and put everyone at ease." He suggested to the house.

As much as the noblemen did not like Damian and didn't want to acknowledge him, they could not deny the fact that what he said made sense.

"YES!" Sir Gregory echoed. "I will deploy every resource I have to make sure the real culprit is caught!"

"Even though we have a little idea about what happened that night, the queen is still guilty of forcing a maid to bear false witness against Princess Amber, which led to her almost getting executed. So I do not think it is wise to let her off now." A man said.

The queen could not even speak as she heard all the vile words being thrown around about her.

She had an even bigger problem to deal with.

Harold simply stared at her with an unreadable face before his eyes slowly moved to Damon.