Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 209: "We have to leave."

Chapter 209: "We have to leave."

When Isolde reached Harry, she didn’t stop and kept walking while he followed her. She went straight to their meeting place, which happened to be the armory room where he worked, and once he entered behind her, he locked the door. Immediately the door locked, Isolde flung herself into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around her slender body.

"I’m scared..." she admitted in a whisper against his chest as she breathed in his natural scent that reminded her of burning wood. "If Father dies, I might be given away to another and never get to see you again," she told him, her voice trembling as tears poured down her face and soaked into the front of his wrinkled brown shirt.

Harry knew loving a princess was a grave sin that would cost his head if her mother were to find out, but he had taken that risk weeks ago when she kept coming to see him with different excuses. She was so naïve and innocent he didn’t realize when he began to look forward to seeing her every day.

"Then come with me. I will take you far away from here before things turn out for the worst. I am saving up to buy land. We can build our home there and start our life," he said to her as he moved away to touch her face.

Isolde pouted her lips as she looked into his brownish eyes. His words reminded her of something Selene had once told her when she’d said Harry was the man she would like to spend her life with if possible. She had told her,

’It’s okay for you to fall in love and be in a relationship, but don’t let him talk you into marriage when he hasn’t gotten a hold of his own life. Love is good, but don’t be too blinded and fall into it to the point you will suffer the consequences when he has nothing to bring to the table. You guys are still young, and I am not supporting your relationship because I want you to get married to him just yet. Let him work hard and grow as a person, and when he is ready to shoulder more responsibility other than his family’s, you can then talk about marriage.’

As those words resounded in her head, Isolde pushed away from him and lifted her chin. "I don’t want to get married to you, not yet. Moreover, I don’t want to elope and abandon my family. If you want to marry me, first build the house and prove to me there will be no day we will live without food." Saying this, she didn’t wait for him to reply. She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed the side of his lips. "I will wait for you no matter how long it takes, that is if I am not forced to marry another. Bye, Harry," she looked into his eyes that mirrored his longing for her and broke into tears before she ran out of the armory room.

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Isolde didn’t go back home and went to cry to Ave, who gave her a shoulder to lean on and cry on. Meanwhile, in the main palace, things were about to get more than disastrous with each passing second. The Emperor’s health was deteriorating, and the summoned physicians couldn’t do anything to make him better.

The Empress, however, was the happiest among all at the outcome of her husband’s health. Good, he should never recover and die so she would have all the advantage and opening she had been waiting for ages. She had been in a foul mood since the day she realized it was the first prince who was hit by a witch and not the second. If it had been Lucian, things would have been easier for her. But then it seemed the heavens had finally decided to shine on her because the princess he was to marry before being on the line had disappeared.

Her disappearance had brought great joy to Elara. It had made her so happy she would have blessed the witch who had taken Madeline had she set eyes on her. However, what she was now concerned about was the fact that yesterday at the execution center, Lucian had killed the witch before she could reveal who the witch living among them was.

Something just didn’t seem right to her, and she had thought of a way to know who that witch was even if it meant she would have to meet her uncle, who had been requesting to see her since the day he had been awoken and stuck behind the spell. She was beginning to have a gut feeling who that witch could be, but she wanted to confirm it before she would take action immediately after the control of the empire fell into her son’s hands.

"Has the carriage been arranged?" She turned to ask her brother, who had returned just now from arranging a carriage for them.

"Yes, sister, everything is ready. We should leave before anyone notices we are gone," he told her, grinning excitedly at the thought of going to visit their uncle. But Elara noticed his stupid grin and frowned displeasingly.

"I think it will be best I see him alone while you stay back and oversee everything here. Make sure none of the others get in to see Alaric while I am away," she ordered, and though he seemed ready to insist on going, he closed his mouth as the task assigned to him was important as well if they wanted the Emperor to die quickly without speaking to any of the royals about who he chose as his replacement.

"Very well then, I will stay back, but don’t forget to give uncle my greetings," he told her, smiling, and Elara scoffed as she walked past him and walked away in a hurry. She wouldn’t be caught dead seeking out her uncle had he not insisted on the fact that he would only give the description of the person who had walked to his casket that night and tasted a very familiar blood in her, which had woken him up from his long slumber.

The moment Edward noticed from the belcony that his sister had gotten into the carriage and rode away, he left the room and made his way to the Emperor’s chamber to hasten the outcome of his death if he had to. They had waited so long for this to not get it over with quickly when the chance had presented itself.

When he arrived at the Emperor’s chamber, he was enraged to find the fourth consort and her two children, Orion and Celeste, standing by the Emperor’s bedside as another physician he didn’t recognize and hadn’t approved of checked on the Emperor, trying to diagnose his illness.

"Can you tell what’s wrong with him, Sire?" Consort Seraphina asked as she looked down at her pale husband. She had heard many praises about this physician and had gone out of her way with Orion to get him here to check on the Emperor. She couldn’t afford to let him die when she hadn’t secured another home for her children; none of them were married yet.

"It seemed—" the physician was saying. However, he didn’t get to complete the words because Edward stormed in and demanded,

"What in the name of hell is going on here? Who summoned a local physician to treat the Emperor when we already have royal physicians trying to nurse him back to health?!" he barked at the fourth consort, who flinched at his loud voice that came from behind, as they hadn’t expected anyone to come in.

"Lord Edward, I called him here. Since the royal physicians weren’t able to diagnose what is wrong with him, I thought—"

"Get out!!" He barked the orders at the trembling local physician, who had frozen in place at the sight of the Emperor’s advisor, who everyone knew was a ruthless warrior and had more command in the palace over the fourth consort and everyone else except the Emperor himself and the Empress.

The physician didn’t wait to be told twice. He gathered his equipment and removed all the needles he’d put on the Emperor’s body and stumbled out of the chamber after bowing to the royals who had summoned him.

Consort Seraphina raised her hand to stop him but put the hand back down when she received a glare from Edward. "You seem to think you can act without the elders’ permission or the Empress in the palace, isn’t it?" he laughed coldly.

"Lord Edward, Mother was just trying to—" Orion was saying in his mother’s defense when he also received a dark glare that made him move behind his mother to hide.

"All of you get out and give the Emperor space to breathe! I will station guards outside, and if any of you is found in here without permission, you’ll be thrown into the dungeon," he ordered furiously, as he couldn’t believe the fourth consort had almost ruined everything for them by bringing an outside physician who would have seen the main issues in the Emperor’s health and pointed out why he was sick.

Consort Seraphina held her daughter’s hand and pulled her cowardly son out with her, tears of resignation streaming down her face as she knew without a doubt that without the Emperor in the palace, she and her children were doomed.

"Where is your sister?" she asked Celeste, as she hadn’t seen Isolde around the whole day while they were running around trying to figure out ways to keep the Emperor alive. "We need to start preparing for what our fate would be. Go and get her."

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On that same day, as the sun began to set beyond the horizon and everyone was waiting for either the good news or the bad news about the Emperor’s health, in the doomed palace, Ave sat at the edge of her bed in Selene’s room where Isolde had fallen asleep after crying over how she had rejected Harry’s suggestions that they elope. It had taken a while for Ave to make the girl quieten down and even fall asleep.

Ave carefully pulled the blanket over her sleeping form and was about to get up and go ask around if Lucian was back, when the door of the room slammed open, and her husband strode into the room, his expression looking tense and haggard, but the moment his amber eyes fell on her, they softened slightly. He approached her in two long strides and pulled her into his embrace without a word.

Though Ave had noticed that Lucian’s love language was physical touch—he always liked to hold or hug her randomly—she could sense something was wrong now. Not to mention, he had avoided touching her last night and had left before she woke up this morning.

Ave frowned for a moment at his sudden hug but melted into his embrace when he buried his head in the crook of her neck and pressed his lips on the skin of her neck at the same time he stroked her back. He moved away before she could enjoy the hug and his closeness.

"What’s wrong?" Ave asked as she looked up at her husband’s tense and grim expression that was in front of her as he grabbed her wrist and began to pull her out of the room while he said,

"We have to leave," he told her urgently as they reached the door of the room, but Ave frowned and halted her steps, causing him to stop as well.

"Leave? You mean this room?" she asked, as she didn’t understand what he meant about them having to leave. He shook his head and said, "I’ll explain everything to you on the way. Let’s go." He pulled her out of the room and back to their room, where Ave was surprised to find Zane and Lydia packing their clothes and important things into a golden chest.

Lucian let go of her hand, and she watched him in confusion as he walked up to the sofa in the room where she noticed a thick fur coat resting on it. He picked up the black coat and walked up to her. Without a word, he began to help her into the coat, and she allowed him as she could feel the urgency in the air. She felt him pull out her hair from behind the coat he helped her wear and pull the hood over her head, tying the string in front of her collarbones.

"Our journey is long, and it’s cold. You’ll need more clothing to keep you warm," he told her as he wrapped another scarf around her neck and made sure it was secure and there was no way she would end up freezing.

When he was done dressing her up for the cold, he turned to give orders to Zane when she reached out and grabbed his forearm. He turned to look at her and saw the confusion in her blue eyes as she stared at him in bewilderment.

"Tell me, what’s going on? Why are we leaving all of a sudden?" she questioned him calmly as she didn’t want to show how his urgency was scaring the hell out of her at this moment. She didn’t know what to feel. One moment she was waiting for him to return so she could hear the outcome of what was happening in the main palace and talk about how to stop Caelan from sitting on the throne, and now he was back all of a sudden and in a hurry for them to leave. To where and why?

Lucian turned fully to her and placed his hands on her cheeks as he told her, "The Emperor was announced dead this afternoon, but that is not the only reason we are leaving. Your life is in great danger, and very soon, the Empress will send people after you." He watched as her eyes widened and fear slowly overshadowed the calmness in those ocean-blue eyes.

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