Aldric knew of her plans, that was the thought that crossed Islinda’s mind when he made that statement. She almost flinched fearfully when it hit her that the dark Fae prince wouldn’t be this calm if he had an idea she planned to drug him. No, Aldric was merely suspicious of her. It seems alter ego or not, the dark Fae prince was naturally cautious.
"Why didn’t she kill you? I mean, your mother," Islinda swiftly changed the topic knowing he was getting too close to her plans for her liking, "She had your name, she could have finished you off."
To her surprise, Aldric burst into laughter, propping his head up on one elbow, and stared down at her, "Do You think it’s easy to get rid of me? I’m quite difficult to kill, you of all people should know that. You already attempted that in the human realm."
Islinda flushed with embarrassment as she recalled her pathetic attempt at killing Aldric and the way he had manhandled her back home. Even the expensive Iron arrow she had bought from that swindler Andre who pretended to be a human trader had been useless against him.
He told her, "Perhaps, it was the slightest bit of motherly affection inside of her but Queen Nova could not kill me. Instead, she cursed me to go mad. A mad king cannot rule Astaria. Not to mention, a mad dark Fae prince. I would be put down the instant the news got across to my family. Since she could not end me, she probably hoped my lovely father would finish up the work. "
Islinda’s heart stuttered out at once. She finally realized why Aldric wanted to kill her that day, he only wanted to keep his secret safe. He thought she would reveal his secret to... Valerie. And now, she has more information, giving Aldric more reasons to end her. Oh no, the blood drained from her face. What kind of trouble has his alter ego put her into?
"Don’t be afraid," Aldric sensed the fear from her, "He would not touch a hair on you while I’m here." He said with so much conviction she almost believed him.
Islinda snarled at him, "You would not be here forever. You said it yourself, you can only hold Aldric back for at least two days."
Panicking, Islinda tried to rise but Aldric pushed her back, pinning her to the bed with his body. She shot him a glare, but he ignored it only for him to suggest, "What if there is a way you can change his mind about you?"
Her brows arched, "What are you talking about?"
Aldric’s alter ego gave her a knowing smile like a hunter who just lured his prey with bait. Islinda hoped to the gods that it was worth getting her hopes high.
"What is it?"
"Swear an oath, promise him that you would never let out his secret. It’s practically impossible to break out of a Fae oath unless both parties decide so. The consequence of failing to keep up to your end of the deal is usually death."
"What?!" Islinda shouted, bolting upward this time, and even Aldric could not stop her. She narrowed her gaze at him, "Are you joking right now?"
"Trust me, princess, my joke is much scarier."
Islinda stared at him, her mouth parted from the shock. This was not happening. Strike a deal with Aldric? Why should she? As Aldric feared, his secret was more advantageous to her. But was it worth her life? He would kill her before she had a chance to tell Valerie.
"No." Islinda shook her head stubbornly. She was not entering into some strange deal with her.
"No?" Aldric sat up, surprised by her answer, "Even when that would save your life?"
Islinda’s face distorted into a frown as she reminded him, "You told me not to be afraid, that he wouldn’t touch a hair on my body while you’re here."
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