Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: She Was Twisted Too

"Good morning,"

"Morning."

That was the only conversation Islinda had with Aldric as she settled down for breakfast. Not that there was much to say with the dark prince going through a parchment in his hand and sipping his wine with the other.

If there was anything Islinda learned about Aldric, it was that he was an alcoholic, not that he showed any signs of being intoxicated. To Aldric, he might as well be gulping down water thanks to his amazing Fae gene, she was so not jealous!

Aside from that, there was a subtle tension in the air and it was as a result of the eye-opening conversation she had with him last night. The dark prince does not care about her, consumed instead with the desire to sit on the throne of Astaria. To him, she was merely a ticket to secure the title he claimed was stolen from him. So she would stay out of his way and quietly plot a way to get out of here - out of his control.

In one word, Islinda was determined not to talk to Aldric and keep her distance until she looked at the meal that she had been served and frowned. The first dish in front of her was some sort of porridge and while it looked delicious, it was unfamiliar to her. And so were most of the other dishes on the table, the salad and fruit, being the only ones she recognized.

"What is this, please?" Islinda broke her oath of silence almost immediately. She bet it was Aurelia trying on new recipes, but this was not how she was usually served. Normally, one unfamiliar meal was introduced while she enjoyed the ones she was used to eating. They eased her into it gently and if she loved the new recipe, they added it to her diet. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case this time.

Aldric lowered the parchment and stared at the deep scowl on her face before taking in the food she gestured at.

"Oh, that. Sorry, I forgot to tell you last night but I had the healer check up on you for any underlying illness while you were unconscious and it came to her attention that you had excessive iron in your body, which I heard can be quite lethal to the human body. So we would be weaning you off meat, fish, and poultry. Basically, anything that is a source of iron at the moment. "

"That is outrageous, I know my body and I don’t feel unwell.." Islinda protested but when she saw Aldric’s unyielding expression, she decided to change her stance.

She wrapped her arms across her chest, "You can not just make such drastic changes to my diet without my opinion." Islinda stated.

"I clothe and feed you, Islinda, I believe I don’t owe you any explanation when everything I do is for your well-being," Aldric claimed, dropping the parchment now and trying to intimidate her with his stern expression.

"Exactly, I’m breathing, a living being with opinions and not a doll. I have the right to know what you intend to do with my life, even if it’s for my welfare or not. After all, no one decides for you anyway," She sassed.

Adric smiled sarcastically, "Of course, no one decides for me because I am the master of this place and you live under my roof, so you obey my rules, do you get it?!" He commanded her with great authority.

Islinda scoffed, "Fuck you."

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