Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 49 — Her Strange Belongings

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Chapter 49: 49 — Her Strange Belongings

A flicker of violet light shone, startling the few maids who rushed inside the Grand Duke’s mansion.

Lucian, Cynthia, and Atlas emerged from the light at the entrance, and the maids sighed in relief. They had feared it might have been an attack.

"You may leave now," Lucian ordered Atlas, who bowed to the couple before hastily retreating to his quarters.

Night had fallen, casting a soft glow over the landscape. Cynthia’s white dress fluttered in the breeze, her silver hair catching the moonlight as she glanced at the taller man beside her.

His silence spoke volumes; she sensed his internal conflict—whether to trust her or not.

Lucian parted his lips to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He had suggested Atlas use the teleportation spell, knowing well the distance between their recent destination and his mansion.

The last thing he wanted was to be alone with Cynthia, especially when he struggled to find the right words.

It was also convenient; this way, he wouldn’t have to justify his trip to the king. Despite Tervland being his motherland, King Valerian would never allow him to wander there before the war, even if he begged to see his mother who lived there.

As they stood in the shadow of the grand mansion, Cynthia turned to him, her gaze steady.

"Shall we go for a walk in the garden?" She suggested with a soft tone, turning towards the path leading the garden.

With a nod, Lucian followed.

He knew they needed to discuss things and he needed time to think. Perhaps as they strolled the garden in silence, he would be able to come up with a decision.

Either to trust Cynthia– an Eldorian or not.

Cynthia wrapped her left hand around her right arm and tapped her index against it nervously. She completed the task Lucian asked for but he could always back down.

"Your Highness... What is your decision?" Cynthia broke the silence, halting her steps as she turned behind to face the tall man behind her.

Lucian paused his steps, looking at the silver-haired young woman before her.

He wished to trust her. She was... his life partner now. No matter how long he denied it, the truth wouldn’t change.

"Trust is the base of all relationships. I know you might think I will... I," Cynthia paused, her eyes dropping on the ground. "I actually don’t even know what you think I will do."

"Once."

Hearing the faint word, Cynthia lifted her gaze, looking at him in confusion.

"Just once, Your Highness. First and last. If you break my trust, then..." he paused. "I will indeed make your life hell."

Although Lucian had already said these words, this time, his voice was strangely softer unlike his harsh threat from before, when he said these exact words.

A faint chuckle escaped Cynthia.

"What is making you laugh?"

"Oh... Nothing, I’m just happy."

***

Lucian tapped his quill against the inkpot, dark liquid spilling onto the paper as he pondered. His mind replayed the two moments when Cynthia had said she was happy.

When she spoke those words to the white-haired man, her expression was painful. Yet when she told him the same thing, her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes seemed vacant, betraying no emotion at all.

"What could be hurting her so much?" He wondered.

[It seems like you have been thinking about her so much that you lost your mind,] Keal’s voice spoke in a mocking tone. [Just ask her and stop spilling ink on your papers!]

Hearing Keal’s voice, Lucian promptly halted his movements, looking around in shock. He hadn’t realized the mess he created.

[I can’t believe you decided to trust her. You could have killed her off in the garden that night. She was alone and no one would have known who did it. I mean... it could be anyone who hates Eldorians like her.]

"Just keep quiet," Lucian slicked his bangs at the top of his head, frustrated by Keal’s constant provoking words.

Just when he decided to give this already failed marriage a try, Keal was constantly reminding him how much he hated anyone related to Eldoria.

Hearing a knock, Lucian faintly said, "come in."

"Your Highness!" Dylan opened the door at a quick speed, a bright smile on his face.

"What brings you here?.." Lucian sighed. He could never keep up with Dylan, who was always filled with energy, even during war although his fighting skills weren’t as good.

"I found some things that could interest you," he snickered.

"... And what is that?"

"Bring them here," Dylan turned back and a few servants entered the hall, each holding something in their hands.

A few held books, while others held... swords?

"What are these?" Lucian glanced on top of his desk which soon filled with those strange objects.

"You may leave," Dylan waved his hand at servants dismissively.

They bowed to the grand duke before exiting the hall.

"Mind explaining yourself?" Lucian’s voice shifted to a harsher one, glaring at the blonde-haired young man who flinched upon sensing the intense gaze thrown his way.

"W-well, I found these in Princess Cynthia’s bedroom!"

"You... you entered her bedroom without permission? And you even touched her belongings?"

"Well, I heard you say once that you needed to inspect her room but couldn’t do it. So I decided to help you," Dylan grinned.

"Dylan..." Lucian rose from his seat, slamming the palm of his hands on his desk.

"Y-Your Highness! At least look at them!"

Panicked, Dylan reached for one of the books, showing him the cover and title.

"It’s about human emotions. I mean, why would she study such an unreliable book as such? You know how many mages pretend to be able to diagnose but it’s baseless words."

Although it triggered Lucian’s curiosity, he shook his head. He shouldn’t investigate her just when he decided to trust her for once.

"Return them."

Clenching his jaw, Dylan grabbed another book.

"What about this? The content inside this... is so explicit. Why would a noble lady read such? Oh! And these? They are about war strategies. And what are these? They are about mastering swordsmanship!"

"Dylan."

"Yes?"

"Get out," Lucian glared at him, his emerald eyes glimmering with rage.

Gulping nervously, Dylan placed back the books on the table.

"Oh," he gasped. "There are these swords–"

"Get out!"

"Y-Yes," the blonde-haired man rushed outside for fear of angering the grand duke further.

He was prepared to suffer from the grand duke’s anger for a short while but at least, then, the grand duke would stop trusting that woman. She was a villainess and she could have done anything to get the grand to believe her lies!

"His Highness can’t judge people. He is getting fooled by that woman. I need to come up with something else to expose her!"

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