The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

Chapter 464 Justice will be served.

Chapter 464  Justice will be served.

Outside the hot palace, a camp had indeed been formed. Looking all around, this whole unorderliness was nothing befitting of the Moon Palace. There was no regard for the rules. No fear of the palace. People littered all around; some were even roasting meat and drinking wine. What an odd time to bond. This was why having a leader was always necessary. It seemed like the people had gotten over whatever force had thrown the palace into silence earlier because they resumed what they had been doing. Some were still not giving up and trying their best to get inside the hot palace, which was surrounded by palace guards clad in battle armour.

This was the sight Harold saw when he stepped out of the palace. But as soon as he stepped out, the air outside was thick with tension. Silence followed, and all eyes turned towards him.

He was awake. A real ruler was awake.

They fell to their knees immediately. Their reaction was a mixture of hope, fear, and apprehension. They feared his blazing eyes and dark aura all around him. They were also hopeful, seeing that he was around to set things right. But deep down, they were apprehensive, fearing he might favour his sister and protect her.

Harold ignored all that was happening around him. If you were in his shoes, the last thing that would bother you were these people. Besides, he could understand them because he was about to do the same thing. Storming into the hot palace. But unlike them, he could freely enter.

Tyra's voice could be heard even before he went in. Her voice echoed off the walls, yelling to be released and promising death to everyone who contributed to throwing her into this place.

This palace... Harold had always hated it. Because Tyra was made to stay here whenever she was on her heat. But now...

As the heavy door creaked open, Tyra's messy appearance became evident. She had a wild and unkempt look; her clothes were dishevelled, and her once beautiful face was marred by an ugly scar, a cruel reminder of the darkness that had consumed her. Yet, despite her dishevelled state, there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as soon as she saw him, convinced he had come to rescue her.

"My King! Oh, I knew you'd come for me!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement and pain as she tried to embrace him. But the prince's reaction was far from what she had expected.

However, instead of embracing her, his face grew colder as he grabbed her by the neck, his grip tight and unyielding, effortlessly lifting her off the ground with a grip that displayed his immense strength as he choked her.

Tyra gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to free herself from his unyielding grasp, but his hold was relentless.

"W-Why? Why... are you d-doing this?" She managed to gasp between painful breaths.

It seemed like the sound of her voice was a catalyst for his anger because he squeezed harder until it felt like she was going to die.

"B-Brother!" She managed to choke out as tears streamed down her face, and her voice strained.

Hearing that, Harold's hold on her throat lessened, and he looked at his sister, Tyra, struggling for her life in his hand. Remembering all the times he had promised to be there for her. Remembering how he promised to protect her. She was one of the most important people to him.

Remembering all of it, including her betrayal, broke him. The burst of emotion sent him growling, and with a powerful throw, he hurled her against the wall, and she crashed to the ground, a painful whimper escaping her lips. As she looked up at him with teary eyes, her hand instinctively went to her throat, feeling the marks he had left. She clutched her throat, trying to speak, but when she saw the anger and disdain in his misty eyes, she could only cry quietly.

"You... betrayed me." He spoke in a pained tone and a broken voice.

Not only him.

She had betrayed everyone who loved her. Everyone who cared for her.

She shook her head. "I... I didn't....my king." Her head shook vigorously. "They deserved it! They've repeatedly hurt us!" She yelled, crying.

He stared down at her, his eyes blank.

She pleaded with him, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "You promised to support me, to be by my side! I thought I was the most precious person to you! Everyone can hate us, but we cannot hate each other!"

Tyra's sobs filled the room as she crawled on the ground to get to him.

He continued to look at her.

It seemed like even now, he was still hoping that it was all a lie. That Tyra was still Tyra.

He shut his eyes for a moment before he opened them and said, "Be prepared for dawn." He turned to leave the room, but she panicked and cried out, not sure what that meant. But he didn't turn back. The only turn he took was to turn his back on her.

Tyra's pleas fell on deaf ears as he turned to leave the room. Her cries and screams echoed behind him, but he remained resolute, unwilling to turn back. She reminded him of their bond and their promise to be by each other's side and support one another. But he shut her out like she was some stranger.

Outside, the crowd was still waiting anxiously, unsure of the prince's decision. When he emerged, his face was a mask of pain and determination. "Justice will be served," he declared, his voice carrying a sombre authority.

That was all he said before he walked away. Usually, he wasn't the type to give them any kind of information, so it came as a surprise to them, and the fact that he was assuring them of getting Justice made some of them cry tears of joy.

Harold and Tyra's paths had diverged, and there was no turning back from the choices they had made. The consequences of her actions had left a permanent scar on both her face and her relationship with her beloved brother, Prince Harold, forever.