Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 156: The distressed Empress

Chapter 156: The distressed Empress

The Empress paced back and forth in her chamber, her golden dress’ hem sweeping the clean floors behind her, she massaged her throbbing forehead as she glanced at her brother, who looked rather happy after the news he had delivered to her in the dining hall while she was distressed.

"Are you certain the message was from him?" She questioned Edward with a frown, hoping in her heart that there had been some sort of mistake with the letter they had received this dawn.

Edward reclined on the lounge chair he was seated on and smiled. "Of course, sister. Uncle Darson’s crow had been the one to deliver the message itself. Why do you not seem happy that at least one of our family members in the casket in our ruined world has woken up? It wouldn’t just be us now; something has woken up Uncle Darson, and if we can find that thing, we can use it to wake up the rest of our people even without that damned Rosette who put them there to rot away," he gritted through clenched teeth.

Centuries ago, their clan had been fine. They had lived in the underworld and fed on the white witches’ blood without any hindrance in their way because most of the people were terrified of the night creatures. Their names brought fear to one’s heart and made them shiver. Humans were the means to feed their animals, while the witches were their blood supplies. Their world had been there until the humans joined hands with the white witches to destroy them and ruin everything.

Rosette, a powerful witch and the queen of all witches, had led her kind to destroy the night creatures. She had been their leader and had been the one to cast the spell on them, along with her damned husband, Prince Roland, who had died at the hands of their father King Mathius, the ruler and head of the night creatures. A man who had ruled them for more than a thousand years.

Edward could still recall the day their father had killed Roland in that battle. He was just a little boy then. It had been satisfactory for him to see the man’s head roll away from his body until his wife, Rosette, interfered. She had broken down in grief and pain after seeing her one true love die in front of her. She had looked at their father with so much resentment and hate before she charged at him.

Rosette had been the cause of their downfall. She was said to be a Rosa witch, whose powers would transfer to someone else after her death, but they had searched the world for her to regain their world and people. However, it had been useless. The Rosa witch had turned into a myth throughout the years, with this generation not believing she ever existed in this world. But Edward and Elara knew she had once been.

Now, without the Rosa, it was a surprise that one of the elders, who happened to be their father’s brother, could have woken up after centuries of being asleep in their caskets. No power in this world was strong enough to break that spell, but something had, and whatever that was, they needed to meet their uncle to find that out.

Elara stopped pacing and glanced at her brother who had accused her of not being happy that their uncle was awake. "I would have preferred it to be Father and not Uncle Darson," she said, unable to hide the dismay in her voice and expression. Their uncle was the cruelest night creature that had ever graced the earth. His thirst was unquenchable, and he was never fond of her because she was female. Unlike how he doted on Edward, she was always cast aside and made to believe she didn’t fit into the man’s world.

He was an arrogant man with pride as huge as a mountain. He looked down on any being except the male night creatures, and if you were not of royal blood, you were beneath him. He had never liked anything in this world as much as he liked Rosette, who he had sworn to marry then, even though just so she could birth him little witches, who he claimed would be his blood source. But she went ahead and married Roland, a prince from another kingdom.

Since then, their uncle had seemed like he’d lost his mind when it came to any matters that had to do with Rosette, and now that he was suddenly awakened, Elara feared that he might try to control her and make her play the games his way—something she didn’t like. She liked being in charge of everything. Not to mention, if her uncle were to see how she had raised Caelen, her son might not be safe anymore.

Whatever had woken their uncle must have something to do with that sudden rain last night, without a doubt. Only a witch could be responsible for this, and if she were to get her hands on that witch, she was going to draw every drop of blood out of him or her.

"Edward," Elara called to her brother, who seemed too happy about the news of their uncle since morning. His stupid grin irritated her. She wished she could wipe it off by sending their uncle back to his slumber. "Did anything come from the incense you put in the hall? Did any of the guests react to it?" She asked.

Edward sighed, "None that my eyes saw. It seemed whoever that witch was, she isn’t in this palace. We have to look somewhere else for..." He trailed off as they heard a few commotions coming from the door before it was opened by Caelan, who stormed in along with the Pendragon princes at his side with Selene, who, after they entered, was pushed to her knees in front of the Empress.

Elara frowned upon seeing the tears streaming down Selene’s face and then looked back at the first prince, while she saw the second prince standing outside the door from the corner of her eye, not attempting to enter her chamber like the rest. "What’s going on here?" She demanded impatiently. She already had too much on her mind at this moment to have time for an interruption.

"Your Majesty, we were supposed to take this criminal to the dungeon, but Caelan suggested we consult you first about it." Alden informed with a bow of his head. He would have wanted to punish her right away, but he wouldn’t want to take any actions when he knew the woman was the Empress’ girl.

Elara’s brows arched as she glanced down at the crying Selene, who was dabbing her face with her sleeves and looked as pitiful as an abandoned puppy. "What crime did she commit?" she asked, recalling she had sent the girl to the Ambassador last night.

"Your Grace, we looked around the whole palace, but we couldn’t find any signs of the Ambassador. However, when we came to search his chamber, we found her on his bed, sleeping. I demanded of her what she was doing there, and she kept insisting she didn’t know how she got there and had just woken up to find herself there." Alden reported with a voice devoid of any emotions and sounded automatic instead.

Elara massaged her temple. If she wanted to rid herself of Selene, she could use this opportunity to allow the first prince to kill her, but because of her son, she couldn’t. Not to mention, she wondered what the second prince was doing here, standing there. Though he had his usual indifferent expression, she could sense something fishy with the way his eyes kept straying to the girl.

With the love marks on her neck and front chest, Elara could tell the Ambassador had had his fill with her last night. She had served her purpose of sleeping with the man. Elara was also aware that the drugs she had fed Selene wouldn’t make her remember anything in the morning and she wouldn’t even know how she had gotten there.

Wherever the Ambassador had disappeared to, Selene couldn’t have anything to do with that. Thus, she glanced at the first prince, who seemed ready to punish her and was only waiting for the orders, before she said, "Selene is telling the truth, Prince Alden. Let her go. Wherever the Ambassador may have gone, she has nothing to do with it."

Alden looked ready to question how the Empress was sure that she had nothing to do with the Ambassador’s sudden disappearance and prince Lance, when he thought against it. Nobody questions the Emperor and Empress. Whatever they said must be obeyed. He nodded his head and then bowed.

"As you wish, Your majesty. With your permission, shall I give the official announcement to everyone about the two missing guests in the palace?" he asked.

Elara thought about it for a while before she gave a nod of her head. "Yes. Make the announcement and send for a search party to look around the Empire for the missing guests and also find the witch who caused the rain last night. Everything has started to go wrong after that mysterious rain. When you find the witch, bring her to the palace; her punishment shall be worse than death itself."

Ave, who heard this while still putting on her pitiful expression, felt a chill go down her spine. Her heart jolted in her chest as she swallowed hard. She had been the one to cause that rain, but she was as sure as anything that the rain she caused had nothing to do with the missing people.

"You are all dismissed," came the Empress’ orders. Alden was the first to leave, but as Ave started to stand up, she felt the eyes of the Empress’ brother on her. He was staring at her so intensely she had almost tripped over her dress. And when she began to hurry away, she heard his commanding voice, "Stop right there, woman."

Ave froze in place. Her eyes subconsciously looked up toward where Lucian was standing outside the chamber and was about to leave, but when she was ordered to stop, he stopped as well and turned around with a small frown on his face.

Lucian would have wanted to stay right there until Ave had stepped out of the Empress’s chamber and he was certain she was safe, but when he felt the Empress’s narrowed eyes on him as if wondering what his business was and why he was standing there, he had no choice but to leave.

Ave watched as he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving her to probably suffer alone, she thought in dismay as she turned to face the Empress’s brother, who had now walked up to her. He stared her down like an insect he would crush underfoot.

"How did you get injured?" he questioned with a furrowed brow as he tried to understand why he could smell a hint of blood on her. He couldn’t pinpoint why she had a hint of a smell he quite seemed to recognize on her. However, before she could answer or say anything, Caelan interfered.

"Uncle Edward, let her go. Can’t you see that she’s a bit shaken after that damned brother Alden terrorized her with his sword? Not to mention, you two sent her to that fat amb—" He didn’t get to finish his words when Edward turned and glared darkly at him.

Edward would never stop wondering how an insolent person like Caelan could be his nephew. He was not only dense, but completely thoughtless and brain-dead stupid when it came to this woman. He had almost even exposed that they had sent her to the ambassador.

Glaring at Caelan, he waved his hand and dismissed the girl, who hurried away like the hounds of hell were chasing her.

"What did I do now?" Caelan questioned with a clueless expression as he stared into his glaring uncle’s eyes.

"I can’t wait for Uncle Darson to meet you, I can’t wait," Edward muttered under his breath as he looked forward to that day.

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