Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife

When Lucian arrived at his palace, he dismounted his horse and handed the reins to a guard. He glanced around the messy palace grounds where the Emperor’s soldiers had not bothered to put back all the things they’d scattered while searching for his non-existent treason documents.

His fifty soldiers, whom he had secretly been training on his premises to test if the spy in his palace would report to the Emperor, had been captured and locked up in the dungeon for going against the rules to serve an exiled prince.

Lucian thought of the treason he did indeed plan to commit, confident that when he finally did, they wouldn’t see it coming.

He walked around the soldiers training grounds and his eyes fell on a blue piece of clothing laying among the scattered things on the ground and it suddenly reminded him of Selene’s image. He quickly pushed aside the image of her he’d seen before leaving the main palace. She had worn his mother’s favorite blue dress—the same plain, low-quality garment she usually wore while watering her garden.

It was strange that Selene would wear such a dress given that she had always secretly looked down on poor things since marrying him and gaining the title of a princess.

As Lucian stood in the now deserted training grounds with the thought of Selene swirling involuntarily through his mind, Zane approached him from behind and came to stand beside him, his hands folded behind his back.

"They didn’t leave any of the soldiers behind; they locked them all up," Zane commented with a small bitter smile. "It seems the Emperor is indeed scared of what he knows you’re capable of if you command your own army."

Zane’s family had been among those from Gina executed by the Emperor on the pretext of being associated with witches. The late Consort Lyria had taken good care of Zane when he was brought to the palace along with the other young children treating him more like a son than the errand boy he was. She would give him food and make sure he wore the same clothes as Lucian on any special occasion.

Like Lucian, Zane harbored a deep desire to see the royal family suffer for their ruthlessness. He would give anything to see Lucian become the next Emperor and make those who had killed the people close to their hearts suffer.

Lucian remained silent for a moment before responding to Zane’s earlier comment in a blank, indifferent tone. "Too bad he won’t live to see me take the throne. I would have liked him to witness the monster he created with his neglect."

None of the princes could take the throne until the Emperor stepped down or died, and his death seemed inevitable as his wife was likely already feeding him the slow poison causing his rare illness.

The two stood in the training grounds in silence before Zane spoke again. "When you left the palace earlier, I saw your wife trying to fight her sister—the same sister she’s always been terrified of—and the most surprising thing was, I saw her laughing along with Princess Thalia as well."

If Lucian was surprised by this, he didn’t show it. Selene trying to fight Catherine was indeed surprising given how much she feared the young woman just as she did the Empress. And Princess Thalia... Selene had always had something negative to say about Thalia.

"I don’t know what to think of her anymore, or what she plans to do," Lucian muttered, genuinely perplexed. The more he thought he knew her, the more she seemed to surprise him with her strange behavior lately.

"Speaking of the cur, here she comes," Zane muttered as Lucian’s carriage came to a stop in front of the palace. The princess exited, yawning and stretching in a manner unbecoming of a lady, let alone a princess. She walked inside the palace scratching her behind without a care for who was watching causing Lucian’s eyes to narrow in her direction.

"Something has changed in her, and whatever it is, you need to keep a close watch on her while I’m away," Lucian instructed Zane, who nodded in agreement.

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Ave had already made the decision to help Lucian become the Emperor, but before that, she had to heal his heart and make him fall in love with her. Even though she cringed internally at the thought, she knew it was her only way out of this hell.

However, despite her decision, she had no idea where to start. Ever since they’d returned from the main palace, she hadn’t set eyes on the second prince. It was as if he was avoiding her as much as possible. She had even lingered near his chamber wings, but hadn’t caught sight of him once.

If he kept avoiding her, how on earth was she going to make him love her? And how did women even make men love them? She had never been in any sort of relationship with a man to know how all this stuff worked, and the thought of it always brought on a headache she couldn’t control.

If Lucian were a normal male from her time, all she would have to do was wear revealing clothes and ask him out and he’d fall in love with her instantly. But this prince seemed different. Still, all men were the same, weren’t they? Would he fall for her if she tried to seduce him into wanting her?

No matter how much he hated his wife, Ave had noticed that day in the pool how he’d looked at her with admiration before attempting to strangle her. Lucian was a man after all, and Ave knew that men were the same all over the world.

However, to seduce him would mean she had to go to him, as she knew he would never come to her. Though she didn’t like the idea of using herself to seduce a man she didn’t like nor dislike, she was relieved that the body didn’t belong to her. She could use it however she wanted.

But then, how does a woman seduce a man, a cursed prince at that?

Ave’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she sat at her dressing table, her back turned to the mirror. She hadn’t looked in a mirror in the days she’d been here, and the only way she could make things work out for herself was by accepting Victoria’s face as hers for the time being.

She would have to learn the art of seduction before Lucian returned tonight. But first, she had to confront the reflection in the mirror.

Slowly, but gradually, Ave turned to face the mirror where the candle lamps on the table cast a golden glow on her face. She had long red hair that fell all over the place, with deep blue eyes the shade of blue ink. A small, straight nose and cupid’s bow lips that looked lush and full.

Selene was beautiful, even more so than Victoria who had used too much cosmetic surgery on her face making her look more artificial than real. But looking in the mirror now, Ave could see Selene’s natural beauty, despite having the same features as Victoria.

Staring at her reflection, Ave felt like crying as she missed her own face. "This is insane. I miss my life so much..." she muttered to herself, wondering how long she would be stuck in this boring era where there was nothing entertaining, not to mention the fact that the meal here was irregular because of the rules Lucian had set to punish his wife.

How was she going to survive eating one meal in two days?

How was she going to live without junk food, social media, television, her mobile phone, and so on? Not to mention the precious Lamborghini she had paid for and had yet to use because of her accident.

If she was going to stay here, she would have to find another form of entertainment, one way or the other. And the first challenge would be making a cold man love her without feeling anything for him. Well, that wouldn’t be hard because Ave didn’t do love. She had never felt anything towards any man or woman before.

She was born different and intended to remain that way for as long as she lived. Ave thought as she picked up the parchment she had asked Lydia to bring for her along with some ink, and began to write down the goals she needed to achieve before she could go back home.

She wrote down the list:

1. Make the Empress believe I am on her side while I play her like a ball to uncover her plans for Lucian.

2. Make Lucian fall genuinely and madly in love with me.

Damn, that’ll be easy if he’s anything like the men in my time.

3. Take charge of this palace and make changes according to my taste, and make the prince agree on everyday meals.

4. Identify my enemies and allies in the palace.

5. Help Lucian become the next Emperor.

6. Go back home and deal with Victoria!

Ave reread her list and smiled. She’d add more to the list if any challenges arose, but for now, these were her primary goals.

After she finished writing, Ave moved on to her next plan. She’d decided to make a few changes to Selene’s appearance so that Lucian wouldn’t have to see the face of the woman who had betrayed him when she tried to win him over.

Using some tactics she’d once seen on YouTube for making hair wavy and curly with hot water and strings, she and Lydia managed to accomplish her goal. Selene’s long straight red hair now fell down her shoulders in wavy curls, with the edges trimmed as the hair had been too long.

Once they were done, Ave searched through Selene’s wardrobe for a good revealing dress that would make her irresistible to Lucian tonight. It was already sunset, and from what she’d heard, he had been away dealing with something and hadn’t slept in his palace. However, he would be back tonight, and once he returned, Ave intended to pay him a visit.

Ave smiled to herself as she imagined how he would go crazy at the sight of her and confess his love for her.

"Your Highness, you seem and look... different lately. You recovered so quickly after Jasmine..." Lydia hesitated, her voice trailing off unable to finish the sentence. She’d noticed that the princess had been working hard to change her appearance ever since they returned from the main palace. She hadn’t looked one bit shaken like she usually did when she saw someone die before her.

Even when she beheaded a maid on the Empress’s orders, Lydia had watched how the princess struggled every day to appear normal, not to mention when her own sister who even though she rarely saw and talked to, had been killed in front of her.

Ave stopped what she was doing—searching through the wardrobe. With a bitter smile, she turned to the maid. "Grief has its place, Lydia, but wallowing in it won’t bring my sister back. Selene—well, the Selene you knew—may have been a terrible wife, but from what you’ve told me yesterday, she was a good sister. I’ll give her that. But what good would it do to drown in sorrow when the real work lies ahead? The Empress didn’t just strike me; she killed an innocent child right in front of me, leaving me with a trauma she’ll pay for."

Lydia, still puzzled by the princess’s increasingly confusing manner of speaking, asked, "But Your Highness, the pain must still be fresh. How can you think of getting back at the Empress so soon?"

"Because, Lydia, grief makes you vulnerable. It clouds your judgment, makes you easy prey. The Empress is counting on that. She expects me to be shattered, too weak to go against her. But she’ll learn soon enough that I’m not one to break or control so easily." Her eyes narrowed, a fierce resolve gleaming in them. "Nobody gets away with hitting me. And certainly not the Empress. She’ll regret ever thinking I was someone she could trample over."

Lydia’s eyes widened. "You... you’re truly not the same, Your Highness. You’ve changed a lot..."

Ave smirked. "You’re right, Lydia. I’m not. And that’s precisely what makes me dangerous." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓