Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Flora’s POV:

When I came back from my walk at noon, I received the news that Sylvia had passed away.

I couldn’t believe it at first. I turned my phone on to search for the latest news, but there was no news about her death in the capital city, nor was there any relevant news on the Internet.

I read the confidential report several times and thought it was fake. However, Warren told me that couldn’t be the case since there was Laura’s stamp on it.

Warren worriedly held my arm as he explained that. He was probably afraid that I wouldn’t be able to bear Sylvia’s sudden death.

My body trembled uncontrollably as my gaze roamed on the one particular sentence on the report again. It said, “Sylvia Todd died in the fire. She was burned to death, and her baby…”

I subtly shook my head. I couldn’t read it anymore, and I couldn’t imagine what happened to Sylvia. My sadness overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, I began to sob.

I grabbed Warren’s arm and cried out loud. “There’s no way Sylvia died! She told me that she would come to our wedding. We just talked to each other yesterday!”

Warren fell silent. He didn’t say anything, but the look on his face was grim. Despite that, he just held me in his arms and silently comforted me.

“I have to go back to the capital city and verify it myself. I don’t believe that Sylvia really died. Where was Prince Rufus? There’s no way he’d just stand by and watch her be burned to death!” I exclaimed as endless tears streamed down my cheeks. I pushed Warren away, wanting to rush outside. I wanted to go back to the capital city as soon as possible.

Warren hurriedly pulled me into a hug. I could tell that he didn’t want to let me go. “Prince Rufus was in a coma at that time. He didn’t know what happened. I heard a rumor that Sylvia was the one who harmed Prince Rufus and the king.”

“That’s bullshit! Sylvia would never do such a thing. She was definitely framed!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. My anger was already bubbling up, and I was dying to find the person who spread the rumor.

“No one knows exactly what’s going on right now, Flora. If you go back, it’ll only make things even more complicated,” Warren advised.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t believe in Sylvia? You know there’s no way she can do such a thing!” I glared at him. If he dared to say no, I would immediately decide to leave with the baby.

But when he told me that he believed in Sylvia without hesitation, my expression softened.

“Anyway, I’m going back to the imperial capital. If Sylvia really is dead, I’ll bring her back home. I don’t want anyone to bury her body in the imperial city.” I choked on my sobs as I spoke. “Leonard won’t rest in peace until I take her back home.”

Tears welled up in Warren’s eyes. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Don’t worry; I’ll arrange everything and go back with you right away.”

“You don’t have to go back,” Owen suddenly said, his voice coming from outside. He was holding two envelopes in his hand and waving them around. “I just received these. Apparently, these are letters from Sylvia. Have a look.”

“Sylvia wrote these? To us?” I asked, my eyes widening in surprise. I immediately walked up to Owen and took the envelopes.

There were letters inside the envelopes, and from there, Sylvia explained everything, including her identity as a black witch and the incurable curse on Prince Rufus. She also asked us to keep this a secret and to not try and find her.

At the end of the letter, she apologized to me. She said that she had no other choice but to break her promise of being my bridesmaid. It was a pity that fate played cruel tricks on her.

“You can cry on my shoulder, Flora,” Warren said as he held my trembling hands, trying to give me strength.

As soon as I felt tears stream down my cheeks, I gave in. Grabbing the letter tightly, I turned around and buried my face in Warren’s arms before bursting into tears.