The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 242. Disabled

Chapter 242: 242. Disabled

"I-I cannot believe it." The physician who attended to Lyle said in shock as he loosened the cloth that had been wrapped around the cut hand of Lyle.

"I have never seen an elf heal so fast before. Tis impossible. How can—" The old man’s words hung on the tip of his tongue as Thaddeus, Lyle’s right-hand man now had a sword pressed upon his neck.

"Speak of this anywhere and your head shall be of no importance to the rest of your body." Thaddeus warns. Trembling, the old man nods. "Now leave." A pouch of coins is tossed his way and the man packs up his things, taking the silver with him as he scurries out of the place.

After the physician walked out, Lyle’s only functioning hand reached for the goblet of wine placed on the table next to him and took it to his lips.

He gulped down the contents without pause. Wine dripping all over his jawline down to his neck, staining his tunic.

And as he downed that cup of wine, the memories of what happened a few days ago flashed through his head.

He had her. She was in his grip.

She had surrendered to him.

And then that stranger came from only the demon’s knew where and...

"Arhhhhhh!" He screamed in fresh anger, sending the emptied goblet straight into the wall. Lifting up his now handless arm, Lyle’s anger grew wider and wider as he brought both his hands before his eyes.

His left had a palm, and all five fingers intact while his right... There was nothing beyond his wrist. It had been cut off. Cut off by an unknown entity.

Although his wound had miraculously closed up, his hand did not grow back. He was still handicapped.

Handicapped!

It suddenly dawned on him.

That was what he was.

Handicap... A disable.

He was now no better than armless beggars who always sat outside the temple and this realization filled his system with fresh rage.

"Ahhhhh!! Me! Handicapped by an unknown being!" It made no sense.

"Thaddeus!!" He yells the name of the man who stood in the same room with him. "How come we have not advanced towards that forest yet?!" It was the third day and there was still no news.

The third day and there was still no way to enter that damned forest without being devoured by the souls that lived there and avoid becoming a damned soul himself.

"And how have you not found out who that bastard was?! I lost my hand to that bastard! How is it that you still have no news on who he is?!" He was a dragon blood that much was certain from the color of skin around his eyes.

But who exactly was he? And who sent him?

Was he a follower of the dead crown prince? Or was he sent by the palace to bring her back.

If he was sent by the palace, why then did he run into those damned woods?

What was the true identity of the bastard who dared to sever the hand of a prince of the Niles!

"Neriah is in that damned forest! I had her!! Damn it! Twas my chance to finally have her! Who was that bastard!" The more he thought about it the angrier it made him become.

"Useless all of you!" He hissed in anger. "How is it that one man was able to barge into my chamber, defeat you all and get away with my woman! How?!!"

He would have used his shadow powers on the bastard but it all happened so fast and sudden that he could barely think.

One minute he was still demanding to know the identity of the stranger who dared barge into his chamber and the next minute he was staring at his severed hand on the ground. Blood spilling everywhere, his voice coming out in screams and Neriah being hauled away.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. He had no time to react properly.

"F-Forgive me, Your Highness, but it remains impossible to go into those woods. None of the villagers will even—"

"Tis not impossible!" The gourd of wine that laid on the table was thrown at Thaddeus. Thanks to the lack of aim of his left he missed and Thaddeus’ head was spared.

However, this angered Lyle even further. For it reminded him that he could now only rely on his left hand which was as good as useless!

"Ahhhhh!!" Abruptly he rose and his left hand held onto the table. He overturned it in anger, kicking his chair back as he walked towards Thaddeus.

Grabbing onto the collar of the man who was of the same height with him, Lyle stared deep into his eyes as he spoke with a shivering breath full of pain and anger "Tis not impossible. If it were, he would not have gone into those woods with her. Whoever he is, he had a way to go into that forest and we must find that same method! I will not back down! Never!"

"He—" Lyle’s hold on Thaddeus’ collar tightened and he lifted up his now disabled and pointed it at the man. "He did this to me. That bastard did this to me and I must have my vengeance. I must have him pinned down and I must collect the parts of his body bit by but and I must watch him scream in pain before I am close to being satisfied! So find out who he is or I swear I will not be the only one without a right hand!"

Thaddeus’ hands trembled at those words. He more than anyone knew how crazy his master could be and he knew... He had to find the man who did this to him or face the consequences.

Pushing the man away from his face, Lyle stepped out of the door and Thaddeus followed behind him. "Any news on the movement of the Tragonian and Avelian army?" He asks.

"Aye, as you expected, information that reached us says it seems war is imminent between the two empires. For the Avelian are requesting that their princess be returned to them and the Tragonians are standing on the fact that she had killed their crown prince so she must be punished by them."

As Lyle climbed down the stairs that led to the entertainment hall, he snickered as he nodded to himself. "Tis only a matter of time now. Soon, they shall begin to conquer themselves and when that happens I shall finally get what is due... Victory."

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