The Uninvited Princess ✔

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Ubol arrived at the throne room with blood all over her arms.

Tuffs of hair were peeking out of her clenched fists and Ritthirong watched her at a distance.

He hadn't expected her to come back alive and was ready to burn down that tower that she loved so dearly. It looked like he would have to call back the order he gave to the royal wizards and proceed with the marriage.

"Have you actually done it?"

Disbelief was evident in the king's voice but the woman didn't respond. Her chest heaved and there was a slight shake to her shoulders. As Ritthirong took more steps towards her, he could see two tiny streams trail down her face and drop on the tiled ground.

He took her silence as confirmation and brushed her sticky hair from her face with his hand.

"Are you ready to rest now?" He asked her, not expecting an answer. "Married life isn't meant to be filled with ending life. What would the people think if they knew their king had married a murderer?"

Her body became still and there was a sudden shift in her demeanour. "Aren't you a murderer?"

"Oh, but I'm king."

He placed a hand on her cheek and forced her head upwards so that he could get a better look at her face.

"Should we move the date of the wedding? You look very unwell." He tilted his head. "I don't want bad karma to linger over such a momentous occasion."

"If you were afraid of ghosts, you wouldn't have taken the lives of your parents."

His grip tightened on her face and a wave of rage came over him. How did she learn about this? Did his siblings whisper such words before the end of their lives or had it finally leaked out to the public?

He was seething. "Even if I was afraid of such things, it's not your place to speak about my personal matters."

"If I'm marrying you, I have to be involved in all your personal matters." Her eyes narrowed at him

"A good wife should listen to her husband."

"Who said I wanted to be one? What you decide to paint your hands with my blood one day?"

The two stared at each other for some time in silent rage. Neither was willing to back down from their position.

The king was about to make another move but Ubol's body crumpled in of itself to the point where she was on her knees. His grip instantly was lost the moment she fell and the king was taken back by the sudden change.

"I'm sorry, your highness," she said. "The night has been long and my pain has been near-constant. My mind isn't in its right place. I miss being in my tower and continuing my studies in magic."

He paused. He only chose her not because he had an advantage over her but because of her good public image. He only needed her for the wedding day and after that she would only need to make some appearances at special events, rendering her useless for other times of the year.

But he needed this. He needed his reputation to stay good now that the country has grown restless.

"I'll forgive you this time since you are to be my wife." He took a hesitant step towards the door. "Rest for some time. The wedding isn't too far from now. I don't want to see a sad face on that day."

"Yes, your highness." She lowered her head.

"And one more thing."

Her head snapped up instantly and he made sure she was looking at him in the eye.

He raised his hand and Ubol was trapped in a plethora of vines. She gasped for air and the vines threatened to cover her entire face. Her staff clattered to the ground and four hooded wizards appeared from various areas of the room.

"For now, you'll be held down. You've been awfully flighty lately and I want to avoid being embarrassed on my wedding day," he glowered. "Also, never talk about my family matters again. Let the dead stay dead."