The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 210. His obituary.

Chapter 210: 210. His obituary.

Really no matter how much he stared at the rickety old man, he didn’t look like a person who knew magic... clean or disgusting. Yet, according to botch, he was the one who had brought a solution to saving his life and somehow shielded them from the terrors that walked the forest of Itirilar.

"D_do not be too shocked." Mileka said as she stood before Barak and he turned his eyes from the old man to the paper she held in front of her.

Two pieces of paper.

"We found these on the streets." She said and Barak’s eyes scanned the first piece of paper.

"I_ it’s your obituary. The stated date of burial has already passed." Mileka said with sadness in her voice and eyes. Silently, Barak read the details in the obituary. Since he was a prince and many were waiting and praying that he was found alive, the royal family had taken the liberty of being courteous to the people and explained that the burial was taking place without a body because his belongings had been found, and witnesses of his death had surfaced too.

Nothing could explain the feeling of seeing your own obituary. He could imagine the heartbreak his mother must have felt as she was forced to bury her son without even a body. She must have cried a lot.

His father would have consoled her while being devastated himself.

His brothers and sister would be no better.

He could imagine all their reactions to his death and burial.

The only person who’s reaction he couldn’t picture was her... The person who was the subject of the news in the other piece of paper.

The last he heard, she was in the royal palace. Rumors that Mileka had heard and passed on to him stated that she was imprisoned there and was to be punished. There were also rumors about impending war between Trago who wanted to avenge his death and Avelah who wanted to save their daughter’s life.

For all they knew a date for her punishment had not been set, but it was also inevitable. For someone who has conspired with her lover to kill him, he thought she would have ran away with that lover of hers. How did she let herself get caught? Was it part of their plan?

His gaze shifted to the second paper in Mileka’a hand...

"Investigations have shown that_ that the crown princess had hands in the recent Orc invasion that cost tens of lives." Mileka read the information from the other piece of paper.

Barak’s eyes remained on the paper; he could tell it was not information dispersed by the royal house. The paper used and the manner in which it was written showed that it was just a small news outlet that spread that information.

However, every news had a source. Every news started from somewhere. There is no smoke without a fire, so people said.

A sudden wave of hate surged through his body at the thought of the woman whom he called his wife. More than ever, he wanted to wring her neck. More than ever he wanted to yank her viciously by her hair and hear her scream in pain.

God’s help him but he wanted to kill her desperately. To the point where his entire body was vibrating with rage. She could stab him in the heart, but how dare she touch his people?! How dare she hurt people who were innocent and had no relation to her whatsoever?!

He was the fool for marrying her and bringing her with him. He was the fool for loving her and yet not only him, but his people had also had to pay for his foolishness.

"Your highness!!" They shouted with Botch’s voice being louder than the rest as blood began to trickle down his chest and other parts that still had bandages around them.

Mindlessly seething with anger, Barak rose from the bed with intentions unknown to the people around him, yet very obvious what he would have in mind after receiving such news.

However, his body has different plans for him. Almost immediately, he was forced to fall back on the bed as the pain his body was passing through still outweighed his desire to kill his wife.

"We’ve done so much to keep yah alive, yet yah trying to kill yourself with anger. Tsk tsk tsk." Rug shook his head as he moved closer to Barak as he sat down in pain. Physical, mental and emotional pain.

"Heal first. Then you can go after your wife." Were the only words that the old man spoke as Barak stared into his eyes silently, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily.

"Aye, you can do nothing in this state." Mileka added, having put the papers away from his view.

Barak thought about their words and found that indeed, seeing how just a slight movement had caused his wounds to bleed again, he was nowhere near okay. So he was suddenly determined.

He would get well. By all the gods, he was going to get well. And then, he would go to her... Then, only the future knows what will become of her when he finally sees her again. May the gods have mercy on her, because...

He wasn’t going to. He was going to hurt her... He was going to hurt her immensely.

"I need someone to help me send a message." He suddenly said, and all their eyes moved from his wounds that was being rewrapped to his face contorted with rage.

"It’s time I let my family know I am alive."

He didn’t want her punished by the hands of another. He was the one who married her, he was the one she betrayed, so he was going to notify them of his survival, and tell them to keep her locked up for him. No one else was to pass judgment on her.

He would be her punisher.

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