Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 800

Rufus’ POV:

An unending string of visitors came through the doors and overwhelmed the hall. Even before I could take hold of the totality of the number of guests, my father entrusted me in dealing with the situation. I was now in charge of all kinds of affairs of the empire.

I was perched on the main chair at the head of the long table in this massive hall. At each side of the table were lined chairs holding up the councilors who were dignified to be there but respectful enough to sit on their chairs and not question my authority. Amidst the discourse of political affairs being thrown off from one side to the other, their echoed voices did nothing to get through to my head; my mind was gradually failing me.

Still, I managed to sign a document and handed it to the secretary behind me, asking him to send it to the king immediately.

“The border is growing stable now; but it has been a long time since the Alpha position was vacated. I fear it will only be a matter of time before it stirs the public and rouses chaos. Prince Rufus, please send a suitable person there as soon as possible. We must prevent any future unnecessary disturbances,” a gray haired old councilor said.

I propped my elbows and positioned my chin against my hands. His declaration brought a thought in my mind for a while, and I said, “The border issue is complicated—more complex than handling business here in the capital. We should not be hasty and approach this muddle, perhaps, differently and especially carefully. Many aspects need to be considered for this matter. Rest assured, I will provide you with a decision after discussing it with my father.”

Another one took that as an opening to ask one more question. “As for the two prisoners, Shawn and Cherry, what are you going to do with him, Prince Rufus?”

I threw the inquirer a quick glance and pondered. “Considering that Shawn’s parents have had contributions to the werewolf community, that can waive him the death penalty, but they can’t shun the fact that he should be held responsible for what he had done. I hereby suggest Shawn be exiled. He shall never be able to come back to any werewolf pack for the rest of his life. As for Cherry, the daughter of the sinner, she hasn’t shown any remorse, and aside from that, she has repeatedly violated the law. Therefore, she will be sentenced to death.”

I heaved a lungful of air and exhaled relief. It was not until I successfully convicted those two people that I felt a little better. It was as if by doing so, I was able to lift half of my burdens off my shoulders.

The expression on the councilor’s face held satisfaction after my declaration. Another one of them then mentioned Blair again. “His parents have been appealing to ask what crime he has committed, and that curiosity is also extended by the lycan king.”

I tapped my fingers on the table restlessly. I was deep in thought and actually growing incomparably irritable at the same time.

Although Blair’s parents had already completely eased away from political affairs, they had once proven where their loyalty rested by risking their lives for the empire. In addition, Blair had also made great contributions to the team of the royal palace guards. These matters were what made convicting him more difficult than what I did earlier to Shawn and Cherry. I simply couldn’t throw him in jail just because he took away my mate. Still, what he did was a grave offense worthy of punishment.

I just couldn’t put him in jail with a convincing reason. But if he were to be let go, he would possibly harass Sylvia again.

Damn it! The deeper I rode into my train of thoughts, the more riled up I got. I was the prince, but my title couldn’t even render my mate the protection she needed and deserved. I even had to anxiously put up my guard against the people around me.

The words I articulated in my mind got lost on their way to my mouth, and I instead asked expressionlessly, “How is Blair doing in the dungeon?”

A young councilor opened his mouth to say something but stopped on a second thought, as if he was too embarrassed to spit it out after realizing it was a notion he would have to swallow back down.

“Blair is doing great. He eats, sleeps, plays games and cards with the other guards from time to time, and even has his massage chair moved in the dungeon. His room has a small window, but it was enough for the afternoon sunlight to ooze through the room, allowing him to sunbathe.”

I felt a tick on my temples, closed my eyes, and inhaled sharp breath. It felt as though the air that reached my lungs lacerated my airway. Then I looked at them coldly. “Why does it not sound like he’s a prisoner waiting for his trial?”

“Well… We can’t do anything about it, Prince Rufus. Blair hasn’t been convicted of a crime yet, so we can’t do anything to him right now. Besides, we can’t deny that he’s been the head of the royal palace guards. Many soldiers in the prison used to work for him…”

I laughed, but even that attempt was poor in taking the edge off the infuriation that was antagonizing me. Nothing aside from my unhappy laugh echoed within the walls of the hall. I gritted my teeth and said, “Alright, I get it. It seems to me that he’s having the time of his life in the dungeon, so I’ll let him have some more fun there!”

Disorientation was spelled throughout the councilor’s visage. He probably didn’t know how to react.

“So… Should we still keep him in the dungeon?” he asked cautiously. I had to give it to him; he was persistent and courageous.

I pursed my lips and said coldly, “Of course. If my father asks, just tell him that Blair has been cursed by Noreen and can’t control his behavior, so he needs to be temporarily imprisoned, while we wait for the curse to be undone. If Blair’s parents appeal again, offer them the same explanation.”

“Understood, Prince Rufus.”

The councilors soon emptied the meeting room after finishing more discussions about state affairs.

I checked the time. It was already late, and no one aside from me would be here for the time being. I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled my tie loose, as if to lose the knots on my back conceived by stress. A sense of tiredness surged up. I missed Sylvia very much. Although her escape from the imperial palace pissed me off, my heart ached when I thought of her being shackled. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way.

At this time, a knock on the door fastened back the loops on my muscles tight. I immediately eased up when Maya entered, bringing my meal with a servant.

I was a little surprised by her presence here today. Normally, she would be serving Sylvia. Why was she here now?

“Is there anything wrong with Sylvia?” I asked.

Maya’s face looked terribly awful, her voice laced with worry. “Prince Rufus, Miss Todd’s wolf is howling and making weird noises in her room. The window to her chamber is wide open, and we could hear her even from a considerable distance,” she breathed. “The surrounding guards and aristocrats living in the imperial palace have all complained to the lycan king.”