Chapter 336: Reuben’s Fury
Reuben’s Palace, Savadra
Reuben’s hand swept across the polished surface of the mahogany table with a violent flourish. Scrolls, delicate glass vials, and fragments of crystal shattered against the marble floor with a crash that echoed through the chamber like a broken promise.
"You knew, Mira. Don’t lie to me. She visited Ceres just last Thursday—how could you not see this coming?" His voice was sharp, raw with betrayal, and it cut through the air like a blade. Mira instinctively stepped back, her spine straightening under the weight of his fury.
"Yes, My Prince," she replied carefully, her voice low. "She did. But then she left yesterday together with my mother. She travelled with a mechant caravan. Father and Gideon escorted them as they were on their way to Carles." Mira replied cautiously.
Reuben’s gaze darkened. His hands curled into fists at his sides.
"She left willingly? Then she truly has no intention of becoming my Crown Princess..." His voice broke at the edges, quieter now, but edged with despair. A hollow silence settled between them.
Mira clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white and and her fingernails draw blood from her palm. Reuben was still fixated at Lara. What does that make her? However, when Mira thought about Amielle, she felt comforted. He didn’t even consider Amielle who has accompanied him for three years now and had a better background than Lara.
"My Prince," Mira said softly, her voice full of contrived concern, "I fear my sister is... bewitched. She no longer sees what’s best for her. She’s blind to the honor of being your wife. And worse—she’s blind to how unworthy Prince Alaric is, compared to you."
Her words were honeyed poison, meant to soothe, but they only stoked the fire burning in Reuben’s chest.
"Even my parents agreed with her departure. They let her go without a word," she added, eyes downcast.
And indeed, because of Mira’s words, Reuben’s rage surged. He slammed his palm onto the table with a loud crack, but winced immediately, pain shooting up his arm. He clutched his hand to his chest, trembling with fury.