Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife

[Long Chapter!]

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Lydia woke up in the servants’ quarters and, as usual, made her way to her mistress’ chambers to help her prepare for the day. But to her surprise when she arrived, her mistress was nowhere to be found, and the bed looked untouched, as though no one had laid in it the previous night.

Her eyes widened in panic as she hurried out of the room to search for her. Although she had helped her mistress choose a dress last night, one gifted by the third prince months ago, Lydia hadn’t thought she intended to wear it to sneak out of the palace—again.

Had she gone to meet the third prince without taking her along like the last time she was brought back covered in blood? Though Lydia was aware of her mistress’s affair, she would never utter a word to anyone and would take it to her grave to protect her from the harsh consequences. In this day and age, the punishment for having an affair was being stoned to death in the center of the village.

Every time her mistress snuck out, it brought Lydia an anxiety so sharp it took her breath away. She feared the day they’d be caught. Now, the fact that her mistress had gone without informing her made her worry for her safety even more.

Lydia was just stepping out of her mistress’s chambers when she bumped into someone’s solid chest, nearly losing her balance. Rubbing her throbbing forehead, as the person’s chest felt like a rock, she slowly looked up from the person’s maroon attire which clung to his strong, built torso, up to his sharp jawline that looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves, then to his thin lips and straight nose. Her eyes finally landed on his stern, cold hazel gaze, and her heart almost dropped out of her chest.

Oh no! It was Lord Zane who had been keeping a close watch on Princess Selene’s chambers lately. If he found out the princess wasn’t inside, he would surely report it to the prince and her mistress would suffer the consequences. If anything happened to her mistress, Lydia’s fate would be sealed as well.

Lydia’s face paled as she locked eyes with the man everyone feared as much as they did the second prince.

Zane’s hazel eyes narrowed at the maid who didn’t even apologize after bumping into him. She looked so frightened that he feared she might faint if he didn’t simply walk around her and let her be. He wasn’t here for her anyway—just going about his business of keeping a close watch on the princess.

He was about to walk past the maid when she suddenly fell to her knees and bowed her head. "My mistress didn’t go anywhere! I swear she just stepped out for fresh air. She’ll be back soon!" she cried.

Zane was taken aback. He hadn’t even asked her about the princess, knowing that she hadn’t stepped out of the palace since there were guards at every gate. But upon hearing the maid’s panicked outburst, he realized that somehow, the princess had left without his notice. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

And in a flash, he was gone.

Lydia, who had been bowing her head peeked up to see him retreating down the corridor and let out a relieved sigh. She smiled to herself, proud of having saved her mistress from being caught.

Meanwhile, Zane hurried down the corridor towards Lucian’s chambers to report that his wife had once again sneaked out right under their noses. If it had been up to him, Selene wouldn’t have seen the light of day after her affair with the third prince. But Lucian had kept her alive.

He had no doubt that she had gone to meet that damned prince again or had gone to report something to the Empress. His thoughts ran wild as he arrived at the second prince’s chambers, pushing the door open without knocking. He knew the prince was awake by this time, usually trying to heal and regain his strength after the torment of the full moon’s pain the previous night.

However, Zane froze in shock as he was greeted not by the usual darkened chamber but by an astonishing sight. The curtains, which had never been drawn since Lucian’s exile to this palace were wide open, allowing the golden glow of the morning sun to flood the room.

It was the first time he’d ever seen the room bathed in natural light, and it surprised him how clean and pristine it appeared despite no maid ever having stepped foot inside. Lucian had always insisted on cleaning it himself. Had the prince finally decided to allow some light back into his life?

Zane’s gaze fell upon the bed, and he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape in disbelief. At first, he thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes, but the image remained unchanged.

There, on the bed, laid the prince. But that wasn’t what shocked him the most. No, it was the fact that Lucian wasn’t alone.

Someone, clearly not a woman, was lying beside him, head buried in a pillow that sprawled across Lucian’s legs, while the person’s limbs were splayed lazily over Lucian’s body. Lucian held a pillow close to his chest while one of the person’s legs rested over his neck and the other on his torso. Both were sound asleep, oblivious to Zane’s presence.

"Damnation..." Zane muttered in disbelief. How had this person managed to not only enter the prince’s chambers but also crawl into bed with him in such a... tangled fashion? The audacity of the person to sprawl brazenly on the prince in such a way. But then Lucian had obviously allowed it or else no one would dare step foot Inside his room not to mention his bed.

Zane decided to quietly leave before Lucian awoke to find him standing awkwardly over them. But as Zane turned to make his escape, his boot accidentally nudged a small bottle lying on the floor. The bottle clinked as it rolled, making enough noise to snap Lucian’s eyes open instantly. The sudden movement caused the person beside him to stir as well, turning only to kick Lucian square in the face with the leg that had been near his neck.

Lucian was out of bed in a flash, eyes locking with Zane’s in bewilderment, before glancing back at the figure now sitting up in bed, still wrapped in a blanket, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Who dares disturb my peaceful sleep at this ungodly hour?" Ave grumbled, her eyes barely open. "And why is it so cold in here? Someone turn down the air conditioning."

Her words made Lucian snap, his deep, husky morning voice cutting through her daze. "How in hell’s name did you end up in my chambers—and in my bed?!"

"You didn’t know she was here with you?" Zane asked, equally shocked as he’d finally seen the face of the audacious person sleeping on the prince’s bed. He had come to report her sneaking out, only to find out she had spent the night in Lucian’s chambers. What was going on here?

Ave, now fully awake, blinked at them in confusion as she looked around, wondering how she’d indeed ended up here. Where was this room?

Then memories of last night came rushing back to her mind. She recalled her plan to seduce Lucian but had ended up helping him when she found him in pain instead, and then falling asleep when they’d both fell onto the bed.

She vaguely remembered waking up cold in the middle of the night, pulling the blanket from someone, wrapping herself up in it, and falling back asleep without a care in the world.

Now staring up at Lucian and Zane scowling down at her, Ave rubbed the last bit of sleep from her eyes and pouted. "Is this the thanks I get for helping you last night?" she muttered, standing up on the bed and looking straight at Lucian, hoping he’d realize she had done something noble. Maybe even fall a little in love with her.

"How did she end up here, Your Highness?" Zane asked, still baffled. He had been prepared to report her sneaking out, only to find out she’d been with the prince all night. And what exactly had she done to help him?

Lucian vaguely recalled the events of last night—how she had ended up here—but the memory only fueled his anger. How had he been foolish enough to let this loose- character woman sleep in his chambers?

"Get out!" he ordered, his tone seething with fury. His usually indifferent expression betrayed his anger and discomfort at her presence in his room.

Ave glanced at him, then suddenly let out a manic laugh until she choked on her own saliva. Coughing, she steadied herself and climbed down from the bed, still clutching the blanket tightly around her chilled body. She stood in front of Lucian, looking up at him with a bold grin, as if daring him to send her out again.

"You, my dear husband, are an asshole," she challenged, her voice filled with defiance. "I’m not leaving until you either thank me or tell me you love me, your sweet wife." She wasn’t going to step out of this chamber until she knew that her actions last night had changed something in his heart. Only his damned love could take her back to her luxurious life in 2024.

Lucian stared at her, stunned that she dared called him a hole and challenged him in his own chambers. Of all things he despised, it was defiance, he had become so used to people doing as he ordered that he almost couldn’t believe that a woman like Selene would dare oppose his command.

The same woman who had caused him so much pain, was now demanding gratitude for something that was her fault in the first place. If she hadn’t poisoned him, he wouldn’t have been in such agony that he lost control of the situation and ended up laying in bed with her.

Calling him a hole was another thing he wouldn’t allow to slide.

He clenched his fists, his lips twitching into a threatening sneer. "If you don’t leave right now, I will have Zane drag you out of here and lock you—"

"Go ahead and order him," Ave shot back, smirking. When Lucian gave Zane a nod to pull her away, she quickly added, "If Zane touches me, I’ll make sure he ends up bald. He’d better stay out of married people’s business unless he wants more scars on his face." Her smile was sweet, but the threat was real. Zane, recalling her previous attack, immediately took a step back.

The last time she had bitten his neck and scratched his face, he’d spent the entire night in pain. He wasn’t ready for a repeat of that torture this morning.

He had taken the pain of countless swords, but the pain of a woman who scratched him like a rabied cat was deeply unbearable.

When Zane didn’t move toward her, Ave smiled triumphantly. "Nice choice of action, Zane."

Then she turned to Lucian, her eyes flashing with determination. "And you, if you want me to leave now, thank me sweetly for my help last night. Because of your big head, my chest is still aching—since you decided to use me as a pillow until midnight," she huffed, blowing away invisible dust from her fingernails as if to emphasize her point.

Lucian’s fists clenched, his jaw ticking with barely suppressed anger. He had sworn not to be affected by anything Selene did or said anymore, but the fact that she was provoking him so easily only infuriated him more. Her new found audacity would have amused him in the past, but now all he wanted was to rid himself of her presence and keep her at an arms length until the day he succeeded in his plans for her.

"I have nothing to thank you for," Lucian said coldly. "You were the cause of my pain in the first place. If you don’t remove yourself from my chambers right now, I will be forced to remove you myself."

Ave met his glare with a defiant smirk before trotting back to the bed, still clutching the blanket. Instead of leaving as he’d ordered, she climbed back in and stretched out, making herself comfortable. "I’m still sleepy, my love. Wake me up when you’re ready to thank me properly. Your bed is way softer than mine, and I’m not leaving until you show me some appreciation." She let out a loud yawn as if to prove her point.

Lucian’s jaw twitched, and a prominent vein throbbed on his forehead. His amber eyes darkened dangerously as he locked onto her lounging form. Despite the shiver that ran down Ave’s spine under his glare, she stubbornly refused to flee, though her instincts were screaming at her to bolt for the door.

"I’m going to count to five, Selene," Lucian warned, his tone dark and threatening. "If you’re not out of my bed and out of my chambers by then, you will regret it."

Ave grinned at him from under the blanket, feigning nonchalance even as her heart pounded. She blew him a playful kiss and winked. "You look adorable when you’re angry, my love," she teased.

"One..." Lucian began, his voice growing more ominous with each count. The air in the room became suffocating, charged with his seething anger.

"Two..." He took a step closer, his stride slow but deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Alright, alright, I’ll leave," Ave quickly interjected, sitting up nervously. "But on one condition—"

"Three," he growled, ignoring her entirely.

"If you agree to let me prove I can be a good wife and take care of you, I’ll leave. And if you just—"

"Four," he cut her off, now dangerously close to the bed.

"Why are you still counting and ignoring my negotiation?!" Ave blurted out, panicking slightly. "I’ve turned over a new leaf! Give me a chance, and you won’t regret—"

"Five." Lucian’s patience snapped, and he strode toward her in long, purposeful strides. Before he could reach her, Ave let out a scream and leapt off the bed with such speed that she nearly tripped over her own feet. Laughing wildly, she sprinted for the door, her voice echoing in the hallway.

"I’ll be back to convince you, my love!" she called out between laughs. "You’ll see how much I’ve changed, and soon enough, you’ll love me before you know it!"

Lucian stood in the middle of the chamber, muttering several curses under his breath, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as Ave’s voice faded down the corridor.