Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Fae Can’t Lie

"Meow," Prince Wayne stood at the entrance as if he had been waiting for Islinda to arrive all this while.

"Wayne!" She picked up the cat from the ground and crushed it against her chest.

"Meow,"

"Yes, I missed you too, my baby," Islinda said as the sweet kitty rubbed up against her, purring and relaxing against her.

"Meow!"

"I know, I know I failed my promise this time. It won’t happen again," Islinda communicated with the cat as if she could tell what it was saying. No, she couldn’t read cat language, but instinct and the cat’s body language, perhaps this was the bond the Fae told her about.

She carried Prince Wayne in her arms and went in, only to trip on something. Islinda frowned when she found out that it was her clothes from last night.

"Huh? What’s that doing here?" Islinda picked the dress, recalling that she had folded it and kept it in a corner for the maids to take it as usual. Aldric does not let her take on any chores, so she finds a way possible to make their jobs easier for them.

"Have you been playing around my room?" Islinda naturally assumed that the cat must have dragged it from the spot where she kept it and had fun with it.

"Naughty cat," She rubbed Wayne behind the ear with a giggle.

Islinda tossed the cloth to the corner and turned only to catch another sight she initially missed and goosebumps erupted on her arms. There was a pile of sand in her room, and it was not just the enormous size of it that scarred her - how in the world did that amount of sand get into her room - but the way it was shaped in the form of a figure.

It was so ominous that she took a step back. The sandy framework chilled her to the bones and she didn’t like it one bit. She made a beeline for the door, intending to report this eerie incident; she was not comfortable. She bumped into one of the servants as soon as she came out. freēwebnovel.com

"Good Morning my lady. How was your night? I have come –"

"Please check this out," Islinda grabbed her hand, dragging the Fae into her room before she could utter a word.

"I came in here this morning only to find this," Islinda showed her the corpse-like pile of sand and the Fae stopped abruptly, checking out the scene with wide eyes and open mouth. She appeared shocked.

The Fae turned, "Did you –" She suddenly went silent, a distant light in her eyes as if her mind had traveled a thousand miles away.

"Hello?" Islinda waved at her face. She did not know the Fae’s name, having thought it a hassle knowing the names of all the faeries working in this castle until now.

Islinda stared at her expressionless face with a deep frown. If she wasn’t mistaken, she’d say the Fae was currently bewitched. Bewitched by what?

With a scowl on her face, Islinda stared down at Prince Wayne in her arms and there didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary going on. If anything, the cat was urging her for a pet. Almost immediately, the Fae snapped out of the haze she was in.

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