Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Sympathy For You

"Don’t look at me that way,"

"What?" Islinda was surprised, "I don’t understand."

He drew close, looming over her, and growled with ferocity, "Don’t look at me that way as if you understand what I have been through...."His voice went up a notch," As if you know what it’s like to be a dark Fae! As if you had a mother that hated you so much the last breath she took was to curse you to never take the throne!"

There was a tense silence after he confessed that and Islinda’s mouth fell open, wide-eyed. His mother cursed him not to take his throne? She couldn’t believe it. Islinda had so many questions going through her mind but she realized that this wasn’t the time for it.

While Aldric pretended to be tough and unaffected, she could see the pained grief in his eyes. What child wouldn’t be left broken with such treatment from the mother? He was hurting so much that it made her heart arched. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have asked for the truth in the first place. But there was no way she wouldn’t have found out about the truth in one way or the other.

Islinda opened her mouth to speak but the words failed her. However, she gathered her courage in the end and said, "You’re right, I don’t know what you have been through, Aldric. But I can sympathize with -"

"Who told you I needed your sympathy?"

"What?"

"Who are you to feel sympathy for me? You are nothing but a lowly human that I could get rid of even with my eyes? So what’s the worth of your sympathy? How dare you look down on me?"

"You have my words wrong, Aldric, I would never look down on you," Islinda wanted to explain but the malevolence he exuded made her blood run cold and that assurance that he wouldn’t hurt her faded away with the wind.

Islinda took a step back, feeling much more insecure now.

The magic that pulsed from his body felt evil and Aldric looked like he had fully embraced his dark side and wouldn’t mind hurting her just because he could do so - and would do so.

Islinda’s gaze moved to the door, wondering what was taking Rosalind so long. Not that Rosalind could stop Aldric from doing whatever he wanted with her, but the Fae could provide her a chance to escape from the dark prince that has lost his damn mind. He had no reason to take out his anger on her.

Realizing that no one was saving her anytime soon, Islinda made a move, only that Aldric predicted it, and he was faster than her. He grabbed her by the throat and she began to claw at him, leaving scratch marks on his skin yet he did not release her.

Aldric sneered in her face, "Where are you going, Islinda? Why are you running so soon? Didn’t you say you sympathize with me? Now, sympathize with this monster."

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