Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 227

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Chapter 227: In A Relationship Or Not

Whenever Faeries looks at Aldric, they note that he’s a warrior all thanks to his strong physique, and assume that he’s all brawns without brains. But the truth is the dark Fae loved reading and could almost be called a nerd. In this case, the dark prince was the perfect definition of brain and brawn.

He was insanely cunning and thus, his intentions were nearly incalculable. How would he be able to take his rightful place on the throne if he laid all of his cards on the table? He preferred keeping all of his family members, and Valerie, the "chosen one" on tenterhooks, leaving them guessing about his intentions. It was kind of satisfying to see them nervous around him, if he were to be honest.

Aldric’s love for reading was not just limited to books in the Fae realm but other realms, especially the human world. Hence he had a bit of knowledge about the sickness bothering Islinda. Faeries hardly got sick. When Aurelia arrived with the basin of water and a clean white cloth. She handed it to Zaya who in turn, gave it to the prince.

Both females were the only ones in the room and they watched eagerly to see what the prince was up to. He soaked the towel briefly in the basin and wrung out the water before placing the cool, damp cloth on Islinda’s forehead.

Aldric’s finger brushed across her forehead in the process and his lips pressed together displeased at the rise in her temperature. This was not normal.

"Get me more towels," Aldric ordered no one precisely but Aurelia didn’t need to be told and left to get it while Zaya remained with the prince, watching.

Aurelia returned in no time and Aldric received the towel from her and repeated the procedure from earlier, using the damn cloth to begin to wipe and clean away the sweat on her entire body one section at a time. Islinda had gone back to sleep, or it appeared so with her eyes closed, only moaning slightly when Aldric lifted her arms and cleaned her armpit which was a high-heat area. Her body ached everywhere. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"You intend to lower her body temperature with the wet cloth. That way her body cools from the inside, cooling down quickly." Zaya observed his actions and finally understood what needed to be done, "I think I can take care of things from this point on, my prince."

Zaya thrust out her hand to receive the wet cloth from him, believing that the action was too low and not befitting his Prince status. Her hand was still out when Aldric gave her a long sidelook that communicated many words, including the shudder that ran down her spine.

Without a second warning, Zaya quickly retracted her hand, swallowing a huge lump down her throat. She had only wanted to help but Aldric looked like he was about to murder her if she dared took the material from him.

So she moved back with her hands clasped in front of her, blushing in embarrassment and feeling stupid for attempting to help him when he never needed it. So she watched quietly from the side. Perhaps, she should be glad that Aldric didn’t lash out at her. But the more she watched the scene, it just didn’t make sense, the gentleness he used to handle the human.

Rumors were circling in the castle that the prince and Islinda were sleeping together. Ever since arriving here, Zaya kept to herself and didn’t chitchat with the rest of the staff unless it was necessary. Of course, she didn’t believe the news, it was a rumor after all and she has heard enough tales about Aldric, that the thought of him being together with Islinda does not match at all. The dark prince would destroy her and Islinda was not capable of handling him; she was fragile and mortal.