Sylvia's POV:
Sure enough, by the time Rufus and I burst into his room, our worst fears were confirmed. The potted plant on the bedside table had been smashed, and the blooming flower had been trampled into pieces.
I held the remnants of the flower in my hands carefully and felt my heart shatter.
Now that the flower was gone, the curse on Rufus couldn't be removed.
My brain was a mess. I had no idea what to do.
Just then, Rufus' men had captured someone and brought her to us. It was the she-wolf who had deceived me earlier.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her angrily. "Why?! Why would you do such a thing?" The she-wolf was no longer as timid and shy as before. She smiled complacently and said with disdain, "Rufus is a monster. He doesn't deserve to be a prince, let alone a king."
After saying that, she pushed me away and tried to kill herself, but Rufus quickly stopped her.
Soon, Rufus' men subdued her and she couldn't move.
"Take her away and interrogate her. Find out who's behind this." Rufus also ordered his men to investigate the she-wolf's close connections in the army.
I watched from aside and felt guilt and despair. If it weren't for me, Rufus wouldn't have been lured out of his room.
Anger, shame, and regret occupied my heart. I was so stupid! How could I have fallen for such a dumb trick?
"Sylvia, find a clean pot and replant the flower. Maybe it can still live. I doubt Noreen's things are that fragile," Yana suggested.
I sniffed and snapped back to reality. Following Yana's instructions, I found a clean pot, tidied up the soil and the flower, but the flower was too withered.
I stopped crying and looked at him in confusion. How could he still laugh like this?
Rufus stretched out his fingers to wipe the mud off my face and coaxed me softly, "It wasn't your fault, honey. That she-wolf was a spy who has been lurking around for some time now. No one could've seen it coming."
"But... But the flower is gone. The curse..." Speaking of that, I couldn't help but burst into tears again. I felt like I was drowning in a pool of despair.
I had already started to picture a life with Rufus and our children, but now I felt hopeless and angry.
Rufus held me in his arms and comforted me. "Honey, don't cry. Things aren't as bad as you think. There's still hope."
"How? It's notlike we can justbringNoreen here," I said tearfully.
Rufus simply smiled and pecked me on the forehead. He then said in a meaningful tone, "Calm down. Let's wait and see."
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