Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 76 — Her Outburst

The carriage came to a stop before the large mansion. Cynthia stepped out once the guard knight who accompanied her opened the door and extended his hand to her.

The maids followed her, carrying out the boxes of outfits Cynthia had brought while the guard held the three swords.

"You have returned, Your Highness," Philip, who seemed to have been waiting for the grand duchess to return to the mansion said, bowing to her respectfully.

"Ah, yes. Barely made it before sunset, haven’t I?" Cynthia chuckled, signing him to rise.

"I hope you had a nice outing."

"I did."

Turning behind to her servants Cynthia waved her hand at them.

"You can put these where they belong. Ah, and you," she pointed at the guard who accompanied her during the day.

"Y-Yes?" He hesitantly spoke, fear still lingering of having committed a mistake. The rumours about the grand duchess have been changed into positive ones however, it couldn’t be verified if she was merely acting because she was newly married or if this was her real self– a king and composed noble lady.

"You can hang them in my bedroom"

"B-But why keep swords in the bedroom? They are dangerous–"

"Are you going to lecture me on what to do now?" Cynthia stepped closer to the man, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I-I dare not..." The guard lowered his gaze, hastily making his way into the grand duchess’s bedroom.

"Anni, follow him and make sure that..." She paused, feeling the gaze of other servants on her.

"Damn it... I didn’t mean to sound so doubtful of the servants but what if he is a spy from the palace?" Cynthia wondered, biting her lips.

"It isn’t easy to trust someone you met for the first time," Philip spoke, making a sign to Anni to leave, along with the other maids. "It is exactly how a grand duchess should behave," she grinned, dismissing the remaining servants at the entrance.

Once everyone had left, only Philip and Cynthia remained in the hallway, she chuckled.

"No wonder you have been the butler here for such a long time," she spoke in a low tone.

Even in her past life, he always tried his best to explain things on behalf of Lucian. Even after the multiple times Lucian had wronged her, Philip stood by his side. She appreciated it at first, but as she began to understand that Lucian wasn’t the one giving the orders, her resentment for Philip’s excuses grew. She would have been happier, perhaps, knowing her husband truly hated her rather than harbouring the false hopes that blossomed within her because of Philip’s misguided ’good intentions.’

"My, is that a compliment, Your Highness?"

"Of course it is. And I appreciate it."

"You don’t need to. I’m merely doing my duty," the middle-aged man lowered his head softly, a slight bow expressing his loyalty.

"Alright. Did His Highness not return yet? I haven’t seen his carriage at the front of the mansion," Cynthia began walking, followed by Philip.

"Ah... His Highness," Phili paused, shutting his eyes tightly nervously.

"Did something happen to him?!" Cynthia promptly turned, panicked.

"No, no. He is well," Philip corrected her.

"Then?" The panic on Cynthia’s face began to shift into a frown which rather than anger illustrated anger.

"Well... he went to the capital for a few days..."

Cynthia turned her, facing the man before her.

"But Your Highness, he did intend to tell you he merely–"

"Didn’t get the chance to. Didn’t get the time to," Cynthia spoke in a sharp tone. "I understand. I will head to my bedroom and do not let anyone come in. I won’t be having dinner either."

As Philip watched the grand duchess’ silhouette fade in the hallway, he let out a soft sigh of relief. He thought she would throw a tantrum and get upset, despite witnessing how flawed the rumours were for the past few months. He didn’t want to judge her, however, he had to keep in mind all kinds of reactions she might have. And among all of them, this was still one he didn’t expect.

"Well, my wife would surely eat me alive if I were to leave for days without notifying her... The Grand Duchess, despite being young, is so mature... I sometimes doubt if she is even twenty years old..." Philip mumbled to him.

Once Cynthia reached her bedroom, she saw the guard from earlier holding the sword she had brought for Lucian. Seeing its dark and red hilt, boiled her anger more.

"Leave," she ordered.

"I finished hanging the two others and I only have to hang this last one," the guard awkwardly laughed, wondering if she had forgotten her prior order.

"I told you to leave. Do you not understand human language?" Cynthia stepped closer, locking her gaze with him.

"I-I..." the man stuttered, unable to move an inch. He felt as if he was paralyzed merely by her intense glare.

"Leave. Now. I don’t want to repeat myself."

Hearing her firm command, the man quickly placed the sword on the night table beside him and rushed outside.

Cynthia looked at the sword blankly before letting out a soft scoff.

"A fool. You can fool others fools but you are the biggest fool here, Cynthia," she mumbled, clenching her fist tightly, trying to suppress her anger.

Just then, she felt she was on the verge of taking her first step toward revenge when Lucian revealed the place she held in his life.

"He bothered to notify the butler, but not me," she huffed.

She reached for the sword and picked it up. The urge to throw it to the ground was overwhelming, but instead, she clenched the hilt, her hands trembling with anger.

"You mean nothing to him, Cynthia," she mumbled, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Ah, but who wants to be anything to him? I just need to use him. Just use him..." She whispered as if she was trying to reassure herself of her intentions. She threw the sword on the floor, and a crashing sound rang through the room.

Hasty footsteps were heard, and seemingly numerous people sprang before her bedroom door.

"Your Highness!" One of them knocked on the door.

Another knock, and soon only echoes, making Cynthia’s head ring.

"I SAID I DO NOT WANT TO BE DISTURBED!" She shouted, without having control of her words. Gasping at the realization of her harsh behaviour, she coughed to clear her throat and quickly spoke in a softer tone. "Have a good night everyone!"

Slowly, the servants left. Once the footsteps no longer echoed in the silent hallway, Cynthia fell on her back on her bed.

"I can’t let these useless emotions take control. Use your mind, not these filthy emotions," she mumbled, closing her eyes shut.

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