Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Morning Glory

"What?"

"Fae language," Issac said.

Islinda frowned, "I thought Fae spoke English. Since I arrived here, I have heard no such language."

However, Issac chortled at her naivety, "So you haven’t noticed?"

"Noticed what," Islinda’s frown kept increasing as she could sense something was being kept from her and she was not a fan of secrets.

At the same time, she flipped through the pages of the book, recognizing that indeed the writing was something she had never seen. The texts were strange looking yet elegant.

"You are currently speaking the Fae language." Issac dropped the big secret that made her mouth drop open.

"What?! That’s impossible! You don’t know what you’re saying, I’ve been communicating in English all this ...." Islinda argued with him until something clicked in her head and she paused.

Now that she thought about it, Islinda finally noticed that her words were

characterized by soft and lyrical vowels, with a tendency towards long and flowing sounds. The consonants were delicate and created a gentle cadence that adds to the enchantment of the language she just spoke.

"By the gods, no way...." She gasped in belief, glancing up at Issac with wide eyes, "This is not possible. I haven’t heard such a thing until.... How...?"

"It’s the magic in the air." Issac told her, "While our kind can learn your language easily, humans can’t learn ours except in special conditions. Our language is not just a body of words, it is our identity, our pride, ancient and powerful. However, to foster relations with your kind, the air you breathe was spelled so a human could automatically speak and understand it. But then, the instant you leave this realm, the magic loses its effect."

Islinda felt her head spinning with so much information. She muttered, "Aldric did not tell me any of this."

"Because you never noticed nor asked. You seemed comfortable enough, some things are better left that way."

Islinda breathed softly, there were just so many secrets in the Fae realm and she intended to uncover it all. She stared at the book in her hand before reaching for another, and breezing through the pages only to discover that she couldn’t read that one either.

She asked him, "If I could speak and understand your language, why can’t I read the books?" Islinda picked another book and she couldn’t understand a thing.

"Don’t you get it? Information is power and the books offer glimpses into the mysteries and secrets that lie within the Fae realms. The knowledge is hidden so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands considering human nature and your unending greed."

"Fine, I get the point, blah blah," Islinda was tired of his words, "Just the same way I’m able to speak your language, isn’t there a way to unlock these books or something."

"Of course, there is."

Islinda’s expression brightened at once, all hope was not lost. She waited eagerly for an answer but when she saw the glint in Issac’s eyes, she knew, and her face fell.

"Prince Aldric," Issac revealed.

"No." Islinda shook her head in refusal, "That’s not going to happen."

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