Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Fornicate In Public

Islinda finally realized what being Aldric’s slave means. She was given royal treatment yet treated like shit. She had no opinion. No voice. Aldric’s orders were the law. And she had no choice but to concede to breakfast too.

Fine, she would do this, but not in the way he expects. Aldric loves drama and would likely cause a provocation to get a rise out of her. In one word, Islinda would not let Aldric get under her skin. She would bore him so much that he would not demand having breakfast with her for a while - until he comes up with new antics.

With her mind made up, Islinda walked down the hallway with Aurelia as her escort. She has not seen Rosalind so far and something told her she had to thank the Fae beside her for that. Islinda liked Aurelia and it scared her greatly because if Aldric were to get to her, he would likely use her.

That bastard, Islinda cursed as she stood outside the dining hall. Unlike the palace, there was not a Fae standing guard outside the door. Well, what would Aldric need to guard against when he was danger personified?

With one deep breath for the last time, Islinda prayed for strength and pushed the large oak doors open, going in. Her sight landed on Aldric sitting alone at the long, mahogany table that could easily seat twenty. He was not in dark clothing today, choosing a brighter shade of purple.

If his clothing was chosen according to his mood changes, then Aldric was happy and it spelled trouble for her. Although how someone could wear an overcoat in the middle of summer surprised her. Does he not feel the heat at all? Islinda already planned to ditch the bulky dress for a simple tunic and pants while touring the house later.

"Welcome!" Aldric shot up to his feet to acknowledge her presence, excitement on his face and that alone was not good.

Nonetheless, she kept her look indifferent.

"Thank you for inviting me to breakfast, I was excited at the prospect of spending more time with you," Islinda said sweetly even though her words were obviously sarcastic.

"The pleasure is mine." There was amusement in Aldric’s eyes as if he could see through the game she was playing, not that he commented on it.

"You should sit," He gestured, taking his seat at the head of the table.

At first, Islinda planned to sit as far away from him as possible, however, that would only excite Aldric and prove he had control over her. Sometimes the best way to defeat a crazy opponent was to be crazier than them.

But wait, wasn’t her plan earlier to bore him to death? Well, there was no harm done improvising, right?

Confidently, Islinda sauntered to the table and took the seat beside him which caused him to arch a brow at her.

She stared up at him innocently, "I thought you would need company."

"Oh." Aldric genuinely looked taken aback by her sudden change in attitude towards him, only for his lips to quirk up, "Does this mean you want more after watching shamelessly last night?"

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