The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

Watching Lance as he massaged his temple, Williams agreed within himself that it didn't make sense that Lance was responsible for everything, even though everything seemed to be pointing at him.

Apart from the fact that everything had happened too perfectly and he wasn't sure that Lance was capable of pulling off such a stunt, Lance needed to have people working with him for this to have happened.

Judging by what Harvey had said, Lance had already left the hunt before Harold was hurt, and if for any reason, Lance was smart enough to be responsible for something like this, then there was no way he would be foolish enough to act in a way that would attract attention.

"How come you had no idea about all this? Everyone has been talking about it for days. Why have you been hiding here for days? Why are you taking medicine and soothing tea? And why were you not with your pack on the night of the banquet?" Susan asked him all at once, making him frown.

"Can you take it one at a time? I've been having a bad headache for days, and I can't process too much," Lance pleaded, and Susan frowned.

"What headache? Is it the weight of guilt for killing Beth?" She asked accusingly.

Lance wanted to be annoyed, but he could not help but laugh.

"You really want to believe I killed her?" He asked rhetorically before saying, "Fine, I killed her. So what?" He raised his chin challengingly, making the two siblings look at each other again.

Why couldn't this guy just be serious and give them a useful answer?

"Look, I don't understand the filthy foods these servants here make. But I think I must have eaten or drank something terrible that's making me have this troublesome headache. So I need to rest. And tell those servants to bring me some tea to stop this headache." He said and waved them off again.

Susan didn't believe him. She was very suspicious of him and felt he was lying to them to get away with it.

"We are not leaving until you tell us what happened that day and where you were. Also, what happened between you and Beth?" Susan asked.

Lance looked at her in annoyance and noticed she was also annoyed. He smiled at her and shrugged.

"I cannot remember clearly. My head is aching and it makes it difficult to think."

"Then how did you remember you quarreled with her? And how can you not remember when it happened only a few days ago? The same day she died." Williams asked suspiciously while Susan had a questioning look in her eyes.

Why was he reminding her of Princess Amber? Or was he faking it?

"Does your family know you are questioning me like this?" Lance asked the two, smirking.

When he noticed the looks in their eyes, he guessed correctly that they were doing this without the permission of their family.

"That is none of your business! Answer the questions you are being asked if you want me to spare you." Susan threatened him. This time, she was convinced something was wrong with him when Lance smiled at her again.

"I always remember the people I hate." He said defensively and sighed again before touching his head.

Lance thought deeply and sat up immediately. The look on his face told the other two that he had remembered something.

"That servant... she was whipping some servants."

Susan and Williams shared a look, both wondering what Lance was saying with a serious look on his face.

"What servant?" Williams asked.

"Belt. Or whatever you call her."

"Beth." Susan corrected.

"She was punishing some servants. And I stepped in to correct her. But she was rude to me."

Susan scoffed loudly. "You want us to believe that you actually stepped in to correct Beth because she was punishing some maids?"

"Believe it or not." Lance shrugged casually.

"I think the maids spoke nicely of Princess Amber and Belt heard it so she punished them."

"Beth." Williams corrected.

"I don't care!" Lance snapped at him.

"So you are trying to tell us you stepped in because Beth was punishing some maids who spoke fondly of Princess Amber? We are talking about Princess Amber here. I'm sure you do not even like her, especially after what her husband did to you." Susan asked in disbelief.

"I felt I owed it to Princess Amber for being nice to me and giving me those stupid biscuits that tasted terribly!" He said defensively.

"You met Princess Amber privately?" Williams asked immediately but noticed Lance was deep in thought.

"What is it? Did you remember something?" Williams asked when he noticed that look on Lance's face.

"Tell me everything that is going on right now. What about Princess Amber? Have you seen her? What did she say?" Lance asked, wanting to understand all that was happening first before telling them what was on his mind.

Susan exchanged a look with Williams, who gave her a nod before going on to tell Lance the basic things.

Tyra was hurt, Harold was hurt, Beth was killed, and Amber was facing trial since a maid had claimed she had done the deed. For now, no one knew if she was also being tried for Harold's incident.

And HE was the biggest suspect now.

"Prince Harold too? Someone hurt him too?" Lance asked in shock. Although he should have known that Prince Harold was unconscious, since that was the only way something like this could be happening to his wife and blood was not flowing all over the palace.

"What is Princess Amber saying about it?"

"She doesn't remember anything," Susan told him.

"She can't remember what happened?" Lance asked with sudden interest.

"She can't. Her head keeps aching and... Wait! Are you asking because you want to confirm if she can't remember you did it?" Susan asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, and Williams closed his eyes in embarrassment. His sister was the worst interrogator in the entire kingdom.

He couldn't understand why she had to always say everything she thought out loud. Even if Lance was the one responsible for it, they were never going to confirm it with her questioning skills.

"Headache?" Lance said thoughtfully. "Isn't those the same symptoms I am having?"

"How am I supposed to know what is wrong with you? Is this your way of denying this?" Susan asked him angrily, but Lance was still lost in his thoughts.

"If I ate something to make me feel this way. What kind of symptoms would a human have if they ate the same thing?" Lance asked thoughtfully.

"Are you saying you and Princess Amber are having the same symptoms, so you ate the same thing?" Williams asked.

"We all ate the same thing for breakfast that morning."

"Biscuits!" Lance said, his eyes lighting up.

"What? You want biscuits?" Susan asked in annoyance, wondering why he was bringing that up when they were talking about something important.

"Princess Amber gave them to me. She ate the same thing!" Lance announced.