Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Nothing But Human

Freedom had never felt so good!

At first, Islinda thought Aldric was bluffing when he said he wouldn’t be available for dinner, however, it hit her that the dark prince had no reason to lie about that considering he was incapable of lying in the first place as a Fae. Why would he lie about dinner anyway? To prank her?

No, that sounded too low, even for Aldric.

Also, after Aldric left, Islinda found out that the book he had been holding on to didn’t revert to the Fae language. At first, Islinda believed that her eyes were deceiving her and didn’t want to get her hopes high again only to be dashed into pieces. So she left the book alone and stared at it suspiciously for over ten minutes before opening it and truly, it was understandable.

"What the hell is this?" Islinda had a furrowed brow on her face instead of being excited at the outcome. Why was Aldric being magnanimous all of a sudden? It was the only readable book out of the pile on her table and Islinda couldn’t help but feel like this was a bribe.

Like a master distracting his pet from following after him, Islinda sensed Aldric was doing something else behind her back. The book he unlocked was just to keep her occupied and distracted. So why should she be grateful? All of the books should have been in English anyway, but no, the Fae simply took joy in tormenting her life.

Asshole.

In one word, Islinda sat back and enjoyed her limited freedom, immersed in the fiction book Aldric left her. Aurelia arrived sometime later to deliver delicious snacks to her since she had missed out on lunch while touring the library and it wouldn’t be long before dinner was served.

Peace of mind was so underrated and Islinda has not had this much recess since arriving here. It was one drama after the other. So when Rosalind arrived to draw her bath, she decided to take things up a notch.

"You say what?"

"Can we have a girl’s night?"

"A g-girls night?" Rosalind looked at her as if suddenly horns grew on her head.

"I mean...." Islinda scratched the back of her head awkwardly as she launched into an explanation, "It’s kind of a female-only social gathering and we have fun with the others, I guess?" She grinned hopefully.

Islinda was not even sure of her plans, the idea had hit her out of nowhere. Not to mention, she did not have time for such activity back in the human realm and most of her knowledge came from seeing and hearing her late step-sisters talk about it. Lillian and Remy loved to party and they often attended social events sometimes even without being invited.

"Of course, I know what a female-only social gathering is, my lady," Rosalind said, and though she sounded polite, her cold glance said it all.

Call it a woman’s sixth sense but Islinda figured out Rosalind was threatened by her presence. Why wouldn’t she? Fae or not, females were jealous creatures and Rosalind must think she was interested in Aldric. If only she knew it was the opposite. Although they’d kissed - she didn’t need to know that - it was a mistake that would never happen again.

Aldric was not and would never be her type. Promise!

She shrugged, "I just thought to create a night of pampering, food, soothing music, and lots of dancing. We can even turn it into a sleepover -"

"I’m sorry but that’s not going to happen," Rosalind cut her off, only remembering to add in the end, "My lady."

The excitement faded away from Islinda’s face the same way a dark cloud passed over a moon.

"Why?" Islinda frowned, believing Rosalind was being difficult on purpose.

"What?"

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