Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: The Throne of Death

As usual, his father wore his gold circlet, and sat the magnificent throne at the center of the room. The throne was carved from ancient wood and decorated with intricate patterns of golden filigree. However, the surface depicted a scene of war; the slaughter of humans and monsters and their kinds thereof, their ancestors before them. It was not just a throne of power, but of death. The throne of death that he desired. His birthright. His throne.

It called to him.

As it should.

The throne was enchanted so it sat only the royal lines, hence the bloodlines were revered. Their ancestry is blessed by the gods and the Faeries could never rise against it. Astaria without an heir was as good as dead. Thus, in times of war, while the Fae king fought, the Faeries protected the prince, or in this case princes, with their lives. The royal line must be preserved.

Hence, it was no wonder the Faeries are aggravated that the royal bloodlines have been tainted with the birth of a dark Fae. They could never let him on the throne else they feared what would become of them.

Aldric’s gaze rested on the Queen this time seated beside the king in her smaller throne and his lips curled.

As expected, the queen looked breathtaking, her red hair flowing like a waterfall down to her knees, skin so smooth you could barely see a pore, she looked like a beautiful painting one could stare at forever. But that was where everything beautiful about her ended. Queen Maeve was regal, prim, and haughty and those amber eyes bored into his with unbridled hatred.

Not that Aldric was intimidated by her stern expression, if anything he winked at her, and the queen was so ruffled by the gesture that her face turned red and she looked like she would spit blood.

Pleased at eliciting such a reaction from her, his gaze lazily roamed the rest of the room, and surrounding the throne are the ministers and courtiers, beautiful and mysterious Fae beings of all shapes and sizes, dressed in elaborate gowns and tunics adorned with feathers, flowers, and jewels.

Surprisingly, the other queen consort was in attendance without their sons. Now that he thought about it, Theodore and Andre had not been present at the party either. Interesting. What were his brothers up to?

Aldric was about to look past them when he saw an empty seat beside the queen consorts and while he shouldn’t bother about some chair, it was the emblem on it that had his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching hard. Not even the air thick with the scent of exotic flowers and enchanted herbs, conjuring up a heady and intoxicating aroma could calm him.

There was only one person responsible for this and his icy gaze crossed to the smug Fae queen. Of course, the bitch was the only one who would push his button by reminding him of the position once held by his mother - the princess of the winter court. A mother who hated him all because she had birthed a monster. A mother who spent the rest of her life trying to please the king so much she lost herself.

Aldric broke out of the trance, putting on his cold mask just as King Oberon stepped down from his throne, walking towards him. His father wore clothing befitting his royal status: an elaborate silk cloak highly decorated with embroidery and well-cut pants.

The king stood in front of him, a slight tension in the air.

The both of them scrutinize each other, their calculating looks recognizing they were apex predators and gauging their reaction, waiting for the first to back down. To Aldric, It was shocking how the both of them could be so similar and yet so different.

Aldric lowered his gaze.

His father was still the king and he was merely a villain with no power. He bowed and curtsy to the ruler of the Fae, his movement graceful and fluid.

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