The Prince Has Returned!

It didn't take long for most of the guests to get the impatient and breed ominous gossip.

Seated in the first pews with his sons and escorts, Elric Attor, king of Cradya was apprehensive and seething . He worried what that nuisance of a child had done.

Some others like the prince's step brothers were expecting a drastic show.

Meanwhile, there was a bit of a ruckus outside the hallway, as the bride had insisted on waiting a bit longer for her groom to arrive.

Rain was peeved and was bad at hiding it.

"He is the prince. How can he not be present for his own wedding?" She whispered to Lucas with a dull.

Lucas inhaled deeply but gave no response and it further raked her nerves.

"Why is no one telling me anything? Is his highness dead then? Am I to be a widow? It is absurd to be wedded to myself.

If the prince doesn't want to be married to me, I wish to know that. I'll have him say the words and will immediately be gone from his sight."

Rain didn't expect the prince whom spoke to her gently of this marriage to suddenly back away.

If he didn't wish to marry her, he just needed to say the word and she'll be riding back to her insufferable chambers at Cradya, praying not to be married off to yet another obnoxious nobleman before she planned hee next escape!

Like her father said, life had shown her enough favors.

For the sake of the younger princess, she'd been honored to be graced by a prince. How could she be greedy enough to expect more fortune. She was a nobody. An ignoble cast away child with worthless powers that gave her weird nightmares…

"The prince has returned!"

The voice of a servant boys running over announced in glee at that moment.

Rain tilted, gathering the bulk of her wedding dress to look out the verandahs. She evaded the restricting arms of the guards and her handmaidens.

As she eagerly scaled the patio below, she caught sight of the prince stepping out a long carriage.

Rain's face turned grim.

Prince Derek was oddly dressed in shabby clothings and looked paler than usual. However, his gait was hasty and vibrant.

It could hardly be noticed that anything was wrong with him, yet Rain noticed the wet patch on his burgundy shirt sticking to his neck and shoulders.

As he moved, the wide collars shifted slightly for a fleeting moment and a bloody gash down the side of his neck was revealed.