Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: No Apology

Had it been other days, Islinda would have taken the time to admire the deep crimson gown that hugged her curves, the neckline embroidered with golden Faeish swirls she couldn’t decipher and plunged enough to reveal the creamy swells of her breasts. Her stomach coiled with tension and the body-hugging gown did her no good

None of the servants would talk to her even as they dressed her up and while they wore polite faces, Islinda couldn’t help but sense the resentment radiating off them. She could not spot Aurelia so far and her hands trembled in fear. She was filled with anxiety over what happened last night. She was completely left in the dark and it made her uncomfortable.

By the time they walked down the flight of stairs, Islinda recognized they were heading to the drawing room and that alone did nothing to calm her racing heart. Aldric told her he was going to put on a show and what better place to display it than the room to entertain guests?

Islinda stopped short the instant she stepped into the room because her eyes fell on Rosalind. A lump formed in her throat not because she was finally face to face with the Fae who betrayed her, but rather her horrifying appearance.

Rosalind stood in the middle of the room bound with heavy chains. Iron chains. They were draped on her body like a cloak and Islinda could tell from the bruising and burning marks on her body that it hurt like hell. She was dressed in an ordinary white slip that showed off evidence of the torture she had been through in Aldric’s hands.

Islinda didn’t need any evidence to point to the dark Fae prince as the perpetrator, she knew it. Those injuries hadn’t been on Rosalind the last night they met. Islinda shuddered at the images of the torture that flashed in her head and for once she was grateful for being so important to Aldric he wouldn’t risk laying a hand on her.

Rosalind stood deadly still with her head lowered so she was not able to see her face. A not-so-gentle nudge from the servants reminded Islinda she was frozen on the spot and prompted her to make a move. She walked on, her gaze never leaving Rosalind and their eyes met for a moment before she was led to her seat. The front seat.

The seating arrangement sickened Islinda. It was almost as if they had come to watch an... execution. Oh no, Islinda paled at once. She couldn’t do this. Aldric must have lost his damn mind. Islinda was just about to stand when the Fae of the moment stepped in.

"Hello, welcome to this history-making moment," Aldric made an epic appearance, Maxi on his side. There was no Issac.

Where was Issac? Why wasn’t he in this important moment? She needed to speak to him. Instead, Maxi covered the distance and took the seat beside her.

"Hello Islinda," She waved, assessing her, "From that panicking look on your face, I can guess that you’ve caught a whiff of what’s about to happen. Simple advice for you, do not interrupt."

Islinda bared her teeth at her, "Someone needs to tell Aldric to stop. He’s out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to sit here and watch him murder a fae —"

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