The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

Chapter 441 What do you know?

Chapter 441  What do you know?

Tyra was tiny. She was an Omega. She always looked weak.

Physically, it was impossible for her to hurt even the faintest Beta maid in the palace. But the kind of aura she gave off as she stared out the high window was enough to make the three guards behind her very uncomfortable.

She was not stupid enough to walk alone. At this point, she knew she was the most hated in the palace, and that feeling brought her great joy. Because now, no one sees her as a fragile Princess anymore. She was in everybody's thoughts, and they feared her. Instead of simply walking past her with a little nod of acknowledgement, they fled the other way when they noticed her shadow.

But someone was bound to make it difficult for her.

Tyra watched as mothers joyfully reunited with their children and led them back into the palace. She watched as the fathers, who were finally done with the morning assembly, tried to catch up with their families.

The news of what that witch was up to made the assembly end earlier than Tyra would have wanted.

She had thought Amber would be resting for a while until she sorted out everything this morning and planned how to get rid of her.

Amber knew too much.

"My... Princess..."

A guard approached to give a report to Tyra, who was still staring "Speak," Tyra said in a calm voice without looking at him. She kept her eyes fixed on the outside, watching.

out the window with the wind blowing the veil covering her face.

"Speak," Tyra said in a calm voice without looking at him. She kept her eyes fixed on the outside, watching.

"We moved Sir Damon to the west dungeon instead." He informed her.

With the ruckus going on outside the dungeon, they could not take Sir Damon there for now.

"Too nice for him." Tyra said nonchalantly before she muttered, "Princess Amber."

Who could have thought she was bold enough to confront Polo and even hurt him?

She wasn't an easy opponent after all.

"You really do not want to make it easy for me." Tyra sounded amused as she talked to herself, which confused the guards, but they only stared at each other and said nothing.

Tyra's eyes suddenly landed on a familiar figure outside who looked like she was sneaking out and hiding from the rest of the group.

"Bring her to me." She said this while pointing at Agnes.

When two of the guards beside her tried to leave, she pointed at one to leave while the two who had tried to leave were made to stay behind.

The guard took a look at the person he was supposed to catch before he bowed and left.

She then turned for the first time and faced the guard who had relayed the news about Damon and instructed, "Send more guards out to find Damian. No matter what, find his journal of potions and bring it back with you, together with his corpse."

That stunned the guards, who looked at her in surprise.

First of all, why was she so obsessed with finding Damian? She had sent different batches of guards outside the palace until there were only a few left to guard the palace. Secondly, Damian's name had been mentioned in court today as a significant witness to a certain case no one wanted to speak loudly about. Why would she want him dead? Journal of potions? What was that?

And why was she careless about her orders?

They had never hated their duties as much as they did right now. At this point, they would rather be under Prince Ivan's command than under hers. Unfortunately, he is locked up now.

The guard she had instructed had to voice out his thoughts. "But there are not many guards left in the palace. If more guards are sent out, it would be difficult to protect the palace in case anything happens."

"I will protect the palace." She said slowly. "Just do as you are told."

He hesitated, but he bowed and left to carry out her orders. He didn't have any choice.

Tyra turned to look up at the sky. She had everything under control. She smiled as she murmured, "It's almost time."

The two guards beside her looked at themselves, communicating with their eyes, before she broke their interaction and said, "Lead me to the West Dungeon."

She wondered if Damon would be happy to see her again.

******

While the town was filled with guards trooping in and out in search of a person, someone who hadn't been searching for him bumped into him. It was none other than Alvin who accidentally found a haggard-looking Damian, and they were both currently clashing swords in a bamboo grove.

Damian had blood all over his tattered clothes and body. Some were fresh open cuts from swords; the others were dried, proving Alvin wasn't the first person he had encountered who had clashed swords with him.

"Give up. You are no match for me." Alvin reminded him. He wasn't putting much effort into the fight because he knew that if he did, Damian was going to die. He already looked weak, and his sword looked heavy in his hands.

Damian tried to catch his breath while also trying to stand up from the ground, using his sword for support.

"You... would have killed me if you wanted."

"It's not my job to kill you. You are a prisoner of the palace who broke out of the dungeon. You have been conspiring with the queen

—"

"I didn't conspire with the queen. Those are lies." He spoke in a firm tone.

"Lies I heard you proved with your actions," Alvin said to him coldly. He didn't make any effort to attack Damian and just watched as he kept trying and failing to stand on his feet.

"The queen is indeed guilty of so many things. Things you cannot even imagine. I wanted her to pay for her crimes."

"You are loyal to the queen. And she is the mother of Princess Tyra, the lady you love."

Damian cringed when he heard that and let out a laugh that made him spit out blood.

"I do not have that kind of relationship with Princess Tyra. It's disgusting to imagine."

Alvin frowned.

"That was a lie I told Susan because it was necessary." When he mentioned Susan's name, his facial expression changed, and so did Alvin's.

Damian finally stood to his feet and sighed heavily.

"You must be out here looking for answers about Susan.".

Alvin's face darkened immediately, and his hand gripped his sword tighter as he asked in a dark voice, "What do you know?!"

"A lot," Damian answered almost immediately. "There is also a lot more happening in the palace that you do not know—"

"That is not my concern!" Alvin snapped, and before Damian knew it, Alvin was holding him by the collar, snarling, "What happened to Susan?"

Just then, they heard voices. It was heading their way. And even without seeing them, it was quite obvious that those voices belonged to guards from the palace, and those guards were only out there for one reason.

Damian.