Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 134: An Act of Generosity?

Chapter 134: An Act of Generosity?

"You’re the future ruler of this kingdom, Prince Damian. You could just have anyone removed from the main hall if they annoyed you."

"Including the King?"

At the mention of the King, Jasper froze mid-bite, his apple hovering very close to his mouth.

"Uhm..." He swallowed hard, looking between them. "Well... I guess you... well..."

Evelina didn’t even look up from her plate. "Does that mean you’re scared of your father?"

Jasper went still and immediately gave her a frantic eye signal, a silent plea that practically screamed: Teasing or challenging the prince will only lead to your death

Evelina ignored him and turned to Damian instead. "He’s the King, yeah, but he’s still your father."

Damian slowly sipped his tea, his face giving nothing away. After putting down his cup, he finally said, "It’s too much trouble."

Evelina snorted. "Translation: You are actively avoiding unnecessary headaches."

Damian smirked slightly but didn’t deny it.

Jasper exhaled in relief before shaking his head. "Ah. The ultimate power move—just ghosting the entire court." He took another bite of his apple, chewing thoughtfully. "I respect that."

Evelina shook her head, amused.

For a brief moment, the room was calm. It felt like everything was normal.

Then—

A loud noise outside.

The loud sound of galloping horses filled the courtyard, followed by soldiers shouting orders.

Evelina and Damian both tensed.

Damian set his cup down and turned to Jasper. "Go check what the noise is all about."

Jasper tilted his head slightly, listening. "Horses. A lot of them." He sighed dramatically. "It’s never just a peaceful morning, is it?"

"Jasper," Damian’s tone was edged with warning.

Jasper grinned but gave a mock bow before disappearing out the door.

Evelina wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned forward slightly. "Do you think it’s trouble?"

Damian didn’t answer immediately. His silver eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite place, but he simply picked up his knife and cut through his food with steady, unhurried movements.

"If it is," he said calmly, "we’ll handle it."

Evelina hummed, not entirely convinced.

Moments later—

Jasper returned, pushing the door open.

His usual grin was still there—perhaps a little wider than usual.

Damian immediately caught the shift in his demeanour.

Jasper glanced between them before exhaling, as if trying to compose himself.

"Your Highness..." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

Then, finally, he said— "I think you’ll want to see this yourself."

Damian’s gaze sharpened.

Evelina set down her fork, already pushing her chair back. "That bad?"

Jasper half-smirked, but there was a tension beneath it. "Let’s just say... we have very interesting company."

Evelina and Damian exchanged a glance before both of them stood, moving toward the door.

Jasper led the way.

And the moment they stepped outside—

Evelina froze.

The sight before them was gifts.

Not just one. Not just two. Not even ten.

There were dozens of fancy crates, beautifully wrapped boxes, and silk-covered packages. The gifts spilt out from several carriages, each decorated so lavishly you could practically see the wealth off it

And these weren’t just regular offerings.

They were extravagant.

Richly decorated chests adorned with jewels. Bright, shiny fabrics that glistened in the morning light. Unique artefacts that appeared to be brought from faraway places.

A few maids were already moving them under the watchful gaze of the horsemen who had arrived with them.

Their leader, dressed in blue and silver armor, stood in the middle, watching everything carefully like someone who is experienced at managing important tasks.

"The gifts are for His Majesty and the Crown Prince," the man announced, his voice carrying across the courtyard.

Evelina’s stomach tightened.

This wasn’t just an act of generosity.

This was a message.

And she didn’t have to wait long to find out from whom.

Because from the distance, a chariot approached.

A shiny, black carriage, polished to perfection, flanked by even more guards.

Evelina’s chest tightened before she even saw who stepped out.

The doors swung open.

And out stepped Selene.

She wore a beautiful sapphire gown that fit her perfectly, and her golden hair was styled flawlessly. Every step she took radiated a sense of confident grace.

Beside her—Lord Aldric.

Evelina barely had time to process before the palace doors opened once more.

And out walked the King.

Damian’s father.

He stood tall and strong, with streaks of white in his dark hair. His sharp silver eyes surveyed the scene, showing years of ruling with an iron fist.

The moment he laid eyes on Lord Aldric, his face shifted.

From unreadable to something... almost warm.

"Aldric," the King greeted in a familiar tone.

Aldric gave a respectful bow and a polished, easy smile on his face. "Your Majesty."

The two men shook hands like old friends.

Evelina’s jaw tightened.

Aldric turned slightly, gesturing toward the lavish gifts. "I come bearing gifts of goodwill. A small token of appreciation from my house to yours, with the hope that we can get back on the same page."

The King’s eyes glimmered with intrigue. He turned, surveying the gifts before letting out a low hum of approval.

"This is... quite the offering," he mused.

Selene smiled smugly beside her father, her gaze flickering briefly to Damian.

Evelina didn’t like that look.

And she liked it even less when the King nodded and said—

"Come. Let’s discuss inside."

He then turned to one of his guards. "Fetch the prince."

Selene took one graceful step forward. "No need," she said smoothly. "I will go get the prince myself."

Evelina felt a sharp spike of irritation.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Selene wasn’t just fetching Damian.

She was staking a claim.

This meeting—this display—this entire production—was about reinforcing what had already been arranged.

Damian’s engagement to Selene.

Evelina clenched her fists beneath the folds of her dress, keeping her expression carefully blank.

Selene turned, her gaze finally landing on her.

And that smug, victorious smile grew just a little wider.

Evelina exhaled slowly.

Storm stirred within Damian. He could feel how restless and annoyed his wolf is.

Relia, too, was on edge.

"Oh, this bitch," she seethed in Evelina’s mind.

Evelina agreed.

Selene turned to Damian with a slight tilt of her head, her voice sweet as honey.

"Shall we?" she asked.

Evelina didn’t look at Damian.

She didn’t need to.

Because she already knew...

This wasn’t just about politics.

This was a battle.

And Selene?

She thought she’d already won.

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