Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 215: Possessive of her husband

Chapter 215: Possessive of her husband

After Lucian left with the king, Orion left with Zane. Ave remained sitting at the table with the twins, who stared at their food silently before Celeste broke the silence. "For how long are we going to stay here?" she asked no one in particular as silent tears flowed down her face. "I miss home, and I wonder what’s happening with Mother and Sister Thalia we left behind..."

Isolde also began to cry with her sister. Ave couldn’t blame them; the people here were the rudest she had ever encountered in her entire life. No normal people would insult a guest like they had done. "Don’t worry, guys, I’ll make sure I talk to Lucian to check up on them and see what’s going on back home," she assured the crying twins as she went to pat their backs and hug them.

"Really?" Isolde looked up at Ave with hopeful eyes. "You’ll tell him to bring them here as well?"

Ave chuckled softly as that wasn’t what she meant, but then seeing the two staring at her with hopeful eyes, she thought she could ask Lucian if that would be possible and if someone could bring them here. She wasn’t certain if they would be welcome here, though. Perhaps they should all move to someplace else. Ave thought about this after she walked the twins to their rooms to get some sleep, they all had dark circles under their eyes by now.

Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to sleep at this point even if she went back to their room, Ave didn’t bother going there straight away. She decided to walk around the palace and give herself a tour to pass the time.

Ave walked around the halls until she reached a corridor where animal portraits—or more accurately, large wolf portraits—were displayed prominently on the walls. They didn’t look like normal wolves, but she thought the artist who had made such things has done a really good job. Thus, she stopped to admire the set of portraits that lined the entire wall. She squinted her eyes when she saw written words, like names, under each picture. At first, she thought it must be the name of the artist who had made the pictures, until she got closer to read the tiny written words and realized each frame held different names with the same surname.

"Kaelzar?" She muttered the surname. For some reason, looking deeper into the eyes of the mighty wolves gave her gooseflesh. No normal wolf could be this mighty, with thick black and brown fur. Perhaps it was a figment of the artist’s imagination, and all the artists came from the same family because of the similar surnames. Ave thought about this as she kept walking down the corridor, trying to read the other names just because she had nothing to do. But when she reached a certain one, her foot froze, and her eyes widened.

"Talinor Kaelzar?" She read the name as blood drained from her face. What does this mean? How could their king’s name be under a wolf portrait? She didn’t want to overthink anything at this point, which was why she had come to walk around to pass the time, but she hated where her thoughts were going. It could mean anything and nothing. The portrait might have his name because he had made it. They may all be a family of good artists who had been required to make portraits of imaginary wolves and put them on the palace walls, or they could be...

"Stop your nonsense overthinking, Aveline. Werewolves aren’t real, and most certainly they can’t be that," she told herself to remove those thoughts from her head, but she knew she was kidding herself. A few months ago, before her transmigration, if someone had told her witches and night creatures were real, she would have laughed in that person’s face and called them insane.

If all this was real, why couldn’t werewolves be real? Ave thought dreadfully.

She was going to stop at nothing until she confirmed her suspicions. She’d heard more than once someone calling them humans, and if the Nazias weren’t humans, they could only be some creatures, and this portrait here gave her the creeps and the idea that they could be.

Ave swallowed hard at the thought of them being wolves. She hoped she was just imagining it and that nothing like what she thought was real. Because she couldn’t imagine staying here with people who could eat them alive. "It could be the other way. Perhaps he drew the picture," she told herself as she walked away from the hall that held the portraits before someone saw her there.

Ave tried to remove the absurd thoughts from her mind as she kept walking, but a familiar voice coming from a room she was about to pass made her stop in her tracks.

"...I thought after the news that Princess Madeline was missing and he was coming here, that the Moon Goddess had finally decided to make a way for me to seduce him into my life. I didn’t expect him to have married his former wife again." It was Nina’s voice, sounding broken.

"Nina, I get what you see in him. He is handsome and very much similar to us in scent, but I don’t think you should still harbor the thought of him marrying you when he comes here again," said her sister, Una, who Ave could tell was talking about Lucian. Nina wanted to marry Lucian? Ave thought with a deep frown as she remained still outside the room, where the door was left ajar, hearing what they were saying.

"I don’t care if he’s married to her or not, Sister. In our lands, men are allowed to keep many wives, and I can still be one of his wives. I don’t mind sharing him with that woman. I love him; I’ve loved him since the day I met him, but I couldn’t show it because I thought he was not one of us. And now..."

Ave gasped softly at that revelation, but her soft gasp seemed to have been heard by the women because they stopped talking. Did they hear her? Ave wondered as she moved back and hid behind a pillar.

"I thought I heard someone outside..." came Una’s voice as she peeked her head out to see if anyone was there, but when she didn’t see anything, she closed the door properly behind her.

Ave stood right where she was without moving. She had suspected Nina to have some feelings for Lucian, but she had thought the woman would kill it now that she knew he was married to her. It turned out she wasn’t about to give up. Nina was a very beautiful woman with the figure of a goddess. She could get any man, but she’d decided to want her man.

Ave’s fingers clenched tightly as she hurried away from the place and went back to her room. She’d seen and overheard enough. It was best she went back inside and got some rest. One thing was certain: she was never going to share Lucian with any woman. It wasn’t about to happen, not when she’d spend the rest of her life with him. But what if Lucian decided he wanted Nina? What could she do about that? Would he prefer a voluptuous woman over her? He hadn’t consummated their marriage and hadn’t seemed like he would do that anytime soon. What if Nina seduced him and got him to her bed?

"No, Ave, stop overthinking again." She yanked at her hair as she walked to the window and opened it. She breathed in the fresh, cold wind that blew in and grazed her face, slightly calming her down. She looked down the window that had the view of another quarter behind the palace, and she caught sight of Lucian’s men who were laughing about whatever Orion, who sat beside Zane, was saying. She heard the bark of their laughter that the wind carried up to the window, and she wished she could share in their joy rather than being miserable and uneasy about Nazia and a woman eyeing her man.

She saw Harry trying to practice sword fighting with the bulky guy, Oliver. Harry wasn’t that good, as the guy seemed to be toying with him. Ave was still standing there watching them. She was so immersed in it as she tried to figure out how Oliver was moving like a feline despite his bulky form. She didn’t realize when the door of the room opened and closed until she felt herself get enveloped in someone’s embrace from behind. She jumped in fright at first and was about to attack instinctively at whoever had caught her off guard, but relaxed when she realized who it was. He chuckled at her reaction before he hugged her midsection, then rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled her scent.

"Fierce kitten, you want to punch me again like you did that night," he said as he kissed her exposed neck.

Ave pursed her lips. "If you keep surprising me like that, I might knock you out one of these days," she grumbled, as he had scared her when he held her from behind. She heard him laugh, his deep voice resounding in his chest and vibrating against her back.

"Silly woman. Why aren’t you sleeping?" he whispered softly in her ear, as he’d noticed how tired she looked this morning at breakfast. He had thought she would be asleep by the time he came back, as they’d journeyed nights without proper sleep, but she was standing here by the window looking like a beautiful, lonely goddess when he first came in.

"I am not sleepy," she replied as she brought her hand up to rest on his that hugged her midsection. She used her fingers to trace the bulging veins of his forearms. He had removed the sheer robe when he first came in, but she had been too distracted to notice him entering until he hugged her. Feeling her fingers tracing his veins, he hugged her tighter and hummed,

"Hmm. What are you watching so intently outside the window that you didn’t notice me walk in?" he whispered in her ear, brushing his lips against her earlobe. He felt her shiver slightly at his action before following her line of sight outside the window. There, he saw Oliver training Harry while sparring with another man. The rest of the group watched and cheered, rooting for the younger ones to beat Oliver, who was a master in swordsmanship.

"I wish I could wield a sword like that. I’m so terrible at it that watching him do it so easily makes it look effortless," Ave muttered as she observed Oliver expertly swinging his sword, fighting two opponents at once.

Lucian was taken aback by her words. "I thought you knew how to wield a sword?" he asked, recalling the day they went to the market when she’d swung the wooden sword and the time she fought those assassins beside him. She had once told him about acting in a movie that required her to learn to ride horses and perform ancient combat techniques, so he had naturally assumed her swordsmanship came from practicing for the role.

Ave scoffed. "I can’t fight with it to save my life, but I can swing it. When I starred in that movie I told you about, I couldn’t seem to get the fighting right. It’s harder than it looks. Will you teach me how to fight with it when you’re less busy?" She turned around to ask him, noticing the deep, thoughtful frown on his face.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, raising her hand to touch his face.

"Are you sure you can’t fight with a sword?" he asked, vividly recalling how she had killed men that night with a skill that could only come from years of practice. He had erased her memories of it, fearing she would be traumatized by the incident, because he thought she wouldn’t be able to handle the fact that she’d killed.

"I can’t. I’m terrible at it. Why?" She arched a brow as he stared down at her quietly before smiling and shaking his head.

"Nothing. I’ll teach you once everything here is settled," he said. But his mind was already calculating how she had been able to fight like someone who’d done it countless times before. Could it be that she had inherited Rosette’s strength along with the Rosa powers? She wasn’t supposed to possess anything that belonged to the previous wielder of the Rosa powers, yet now that he thought about it, she had even called out the name Roland—Rosette’s husband, according to the ancient books.

He didn’t like this at all. Rosette’s life had been one no one would wish to live. Not to mention, she had loved her husband more than her own life. If Ave had Rosette’s memories and everything else, would she eventually recall Rosette’s love for Roland?