The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

Chapter 442  "Recreating"

Alvin could not remain there either. He had left the palace without proper permission and needed to return as soon as possible, but he needed answers first, which had been difficult since he could not find the one he was out here to find.

"Keep me away from them, and I will help you with two things." Damian bargained.

"There is nothing you can help me with—"

"There are a lot of things I can help you with. But if you do not hear me out, you are going to regret it. For the rest of your life."

"Do not tempt me." Alvin's tone still sounded dark. "Tell me what you know about Susan."

"Keep me away from them, and I promise—"

Alvin's hands tightened around his collar.

"Susan... the person who killed her," Damian said.

That caught Alvin's attention, and his brows furrowed.

"I'm sure whatever you are out here for is to find that out. I have the answers."

"Who... is it?" Alvin asked, his voice sounding less tough than it had earlier.

The voices drew closer.

"It depends on what you decide," Damian said with his gaze locked on Alvin's. "I have nothing to lose if I die. I believe I have achieved my greatest wish. But... you all do. You will lose more than you can smugness and arrogance. He looked sad and lifeless. Most importantly, he looked honest.

imagine."

Damian seemed a bit different. He wasn't showing his usual smugness and arrogance. He looked sad and lifeless. Most importantly, he looked honest.

"What... is the other thing?" Alvin asked since Damian had promised him two things if he helped him out of there alive.

"I will give you two people. Two very important people."

"Which people?" Alvin asked.

From his tone, Damian could guess he assumed the people were those involved in Susan's death, so he gave a hint.

"One is related to Prince Harold's curse. And the other serves in the palace."

Prince Harold's curse? Who was that?

A maid? Was it Katherine?

"You have to choose now. Or I can save myself Or decide to perish here." Damian said to him as the voices drew even nearer.

*****

"Is this... what you have been planning?" Damon asked Tyra.

Tyra looked down at him. He was on his knees and had his hands spread out, both held by chains.

His face was a mixture of so many emotions. But one she happily picked out was regret.

That look made her heart soar with joy.

"I can see you finally regret how you treated me all these years. Never did you imagine that you'd die under my command one day." She taunted. She had expected him to first ask her how she knew about it all. How she had outsmarted them all. But she also didn't mind his first question.

He looked up at her veiled face with lazy eyes as he said, "My only regret in my life was getting involved with the queen. You... are the worst part of my existence."

Tyra's entire demeanour changed, and she burned with anger, feeling her whole body shake and itch.

At once, she pulled the hat off her head with the veil and threw it at him.

"YOU REGRET IT!" She yelled, her chest heaving up and down.

"YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO ADMIT IT BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID PRIDE!" She yelled at him again before pulling hard at her hair.

Damon looked at her with something akin to disgusting pity and shook his head.

Tyra shut her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She was Queen Tyra. She could handle this. She reminded herself, but it was still difficult to control the way she was breathing.

She snapped her eyes open and glared at him when he said,

"You... really want to put shame on your mother's name? You want to see her executed so badly? Do you think you would be free from it? You are going to die together with us."

The way he sounded as though pleading with her seemed to boost her emotions, and she burst into laughter, reveling in the feeling.

"I cannot believe you are talking to me about shame," Tyra said while laughing.

"I would be thrilled to see both your heads on a spike hanging for all to see."

"You will be there to accompany us—"

"No, I won't." She cut him off, smiling proudly.

"You think you would be acknowledged?" He asked her.

"As your daughter? Of course not. That is a disgusting title!" She faked vomit.

"People are going to hate me. But they would hate you and the queen even more. As for me, Prince Harold would not let me be executed. And when I am left here in the palace with no proper title? What else is befitting of me?" She asked before she said, with a wide smile, "A Queen."

"I am going to be the queen of the moon kingdom. Harold's queen!" She announced it to him.

"You... have gone mad," Damon said this in disbelief. He had never heard anything more crazy than that.

"Prince Harold has a lady wife—"

"She will be gone!" Tyra yelled, her face turning serious again. "If I can make the queen rot in the hot palace and reduce you to this, I can get rid of her!"

Damon had never seen anyone crazier in his life.

"He will never choose her over me! He promised me he would support my love. He will never go back on his promise." She said confidently before smugly adding, "A witch will never be the queen of the moon kingdom. I will put an end to it before it begins."

"You can control the guards as much as you like. But none of them would be stupid enough to hurt a strand of her hair." Damon reminded her.

"Hahaha! Guards? Which guards?" Tyra burst into laughter again until she had tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I am not stupid enough to rely on your palace guards." She said to him before asking, "Do you know one thing useless Omegas have a lot of?"

She looked closely at him before she answered her own question. "It's time."

"People rarely pay attention to us. So we can even build an army of rogues. People who hate this palace as much as I do. People who have been neglected their entire lives and have experienced being inferior. With only a little hope and the promise of gold and knighthood, they would burn down this palace under my command." She said slowly in a serious tone.

"What... have you done?" Damon asked in disbelief, looking up at her with wide, confused eyes.

"Recreating." She answered. "Giving hope to the hopeless. Purging this palace."

"The court... would never be in support. They would never!" He said angrily as he tried and failed to get off the chains.

"The court?" She echoed.

"Which court?" She asked with a grin before she walked out of there.