Chapter 800
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 800 Loud Voice
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 deration brought a thought in
my mind for a while, and I said, “The border issue isplicated— moreplex 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 nce and pondered. “Considering that Shawn’s parents have had
contributions to the werewolfmunity, 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 toe 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
vi*ted thew. Therefore, she will be sentenced to death.”
I heaved a lungful of air and exhaled relief. It was not until I sessfully 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 deration. Another one of them then
mentioned ir again. “His parents have been appealing to ask what crime he hasmitted, 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 iparably
irritable at the same time.
Although ir’s parents had alreadypletely eased away from political affairs, they had once
proven where their loyalty rested by risking their lives for the empire.
In addition, ir had also made great contributions to the team of the royal pce 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
har@ssSylvia 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 articted in my mind got lost on their way to my mouth, and I instead asked
expressionlessly, “How is ir 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.
“ir is doing great. He eats, sleeps, ys 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 lungscerated my airway. Then I looked at them coldly. “Why does it not sound like he’s a
prisoner waiting for his trial?”
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“Well… We can’t do anything about it, Prince Rufus. ir 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 pce
guards. Many sold*iers in the prison used to work for him…”
Iughed, but even that attempt was poor in taking the edge off the infuriation that was antagonizing
me. Nothing aside from my unhappyugh 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 ir 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 ir’s parents appeal again, offer them the same exnation.”
“Understood, Prince Rufus.”
The councilors soon emptied the meeting room after finishing more discussions about state affairs.
I checked the time. It was alreadyte, 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
pce 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 voiceced 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 pce have allined to the lycan king.”