Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 - Maxi

"How do I look?" Maximus twirled around in her new dress stolen from a villager's clothing line.

Yes, they were in the village now at Issac's insistence. Her shy Fae threw quite a tantrum, insisting to meet her master now. Hence, she decided to train him like a dog by feeding him crumbs. Haha, she was joking. Maximus merely brought him to the village where the master was, enough to satisfy his desire but not exactly feeding him the information he needed.

Issac was relieved now, she was no longer naked and his tunic had been returned to him. However, her scent now lingered on the material and she smelled like lush green grass and the wild. Issac caught him at last, horrified at the thought that he found the scent desirable. He stood straight at once, this was all a distraction. The sooner he was back in the Fae realm, the better for him.

"I don't see the prince," He reminded her the reason he had agreed to come to the village with her - after helping her steal clothes of course. Not that he needed to do much. Maximus has proven herself "efficient" at handling her problems. He was the one in danger of being corrupted.

It was very late at night meaning that there was no human in sight with their doors bolted. The only reason they could walk freely was because they were glamoured from sight plus the cover of the night and if a human happens to peek out through a window, they wouldn't see a thing. However, their voices could be heard, and that worried Issac because Maximus had a loud voice.

"He would come." Maximus didn't answer him precisely as she came to sit at the foot of a huge tree along the dirt path and patted the space beside her.

Issac saw the gesture and ignored her. He wasn't up for any conversation.

"You should come and sit."

"No, thank you."

"It's not a request."

"No."

Maximus' eyes flickered dangerously before she narrowed them at him, her once humorous voice turning serious, "Don't make me make you."

A shiver climbed down Issac's spine at her definition of "making him" as he recalled the way she had held him under his spell earlier. He gritted his teeth, glaring at her. Was he or she threatening him? Perhaps, they would have battled it out in a duel but Issac knew the horse shifter had the advantage with the cruel prince as her master or lover or whatever they were.

The fight left his body and he released a sigh of resignation before trudging over and sat down beside her but with enough space between them. Not that Maximus would have it because she scooted over till the space was eaten up with her weight and her knees were touching his. Issac gave up fighting, realizing that it only spurred her on.

"See, that was easy, wasn't it?" She grinned at him, the previous anger in her eyes completely forgotten.

Issac stared at her, he should hate her but at the most, he found her annoying, like an itch under his skin.

"How are you both genders?" The question pressing on his mind slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. However, when Issac got nothing but silence, he immediately regretted it. Or so he thought.

Maximus arched a brow at him, a hint of a smile tilting her lips, "Why? Do you want to know if I have both a dick and a vagina? Shy Fae, you should have looked properly when I was naked."

"W-what?!" Issac nearly suffered an aneurysm. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were a shocking color of red. No, that was what he wanted to know.

"Silly," Maximus giggled, "You look so adorable with that blush on your face. You almost look like you're about to explode."

That is it! Issac gave up. And yes, he prayed Maximus didn't stick around for a long time because he would never get used to her harmless flirting.

"I am considered an anomaly among my people," Maximus answered when he least expected it. Issac stared at her, listening attentively as she opened up to him.

"Our shifter form should be of the same gender, but I'm different, perhaps because of my dark Fae ancestry. Nonetheless, there was none like me among my people and I was a freak."

"So you left?" He inquired.

"Left?" She thought over it, "I don't really remember. It has been a long time. Say six hundred human years?"

Issac's jaw instantly dropped to the ground. Not that Fae didn't live long years either, but it never crossed his mind that the woman could be older than he was. He didn't know how to process that information.

"Most of my people have perished and It wouldn't surprise me if I'm the last of them. The freak outlived them all." She cackled maniacally.

Issac shook his head, everything finally making sense to him. For her to have lived that long all alone, her mind must have fractured in the process. No wonder she fitted well with the cruel prince, she was as crazy as he was.

"Doesn't it bother you? Sharing the same name as your shifter form? While both of you might share the same body, your personality differs. Your horse is too bloodthirsty while you in this form is...." Mad, "less bloodthirsty."

"Why?" She leaned towards him, her eyes gleaming and forcing him to shift back awkwardly, "Do you want to name me?"

"Name you?" Issac swallowed.

"Yes. You should name me."

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