Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Four Princes

"Finally, you have arrived," Queen Maeve greeted the Raysin family with a warm smile as they entered the palace ahead of the ball.

"Your Majesty, Fae Queen Maeve," the entire Raysin family bowed as a display of respect.

"Oh, come on, we’re too close for this," Queen Maeve attempted to be polite, savoring the moment. After all, she had risen far above her equals.

As the Raysin family rose to their feet, Queen Maeve approached Elena, scrutinizing her from head to toe with eager eyes.

Elena, noticing the queen’s keen gaze, smiled up at her. "Fae Queen Maeve, it’s an honor to be in your presence."

Queen Maeve placed her hand on Elena’s shoulder, all smiles. "You’ve grown prettier since the last time I saw you. Why don’t you call me Queen Mother at this point?"

Elena was momentarily speechless. She had heard tales about the queen, and kindness was not one of her greatest qualities. Why was she suddenly being so sweet? And asking to be called Queen Mother? Elena couldn’t ignore the subtle maneuvering.

However, she quickly recovered from her confusion and responded, "Isn’t it a little too early to conclude?"

The queen, realizing the young Fae wasn’t fully on board with her intentions, laughed awkwardly. "Indeed, you’re right, my dear. There are three princes, and I’m sure they would fight over your hand in marriage."

"Four, Your Majesty."

"Excuse me?" Queen Maeve was confused, but a part of her suspected the underlying meaning.

"There are four princes in attendance. I heard Prince Aldric would be here, and I’m honestly curious about him. I’ve heard tales of the dark Fae prince but haven’t met him face to face. He’s a difficult Fae to catch a hold of," Elena said with a fascinated tone, raising alarms in everyone’s heads.

Queen Maeve was stupefied by the girl’s statement and looked between the parents, who shook their heads in denial. She had asked them to "encourage" their daughter, and this was not going as planned.

Quickly regaining her composure, Queen Maeve continued to play the perfect host. She changed the conversation on purpose. "I’m glad to have you as guests in my palace, and we will ensure you’re well-settled in time for the ball that will commence soon. Please get enough rest; it is going to be a long night."

"Thank you for your kindness, Fae Queen Maeve," they all curtsied in unison.

Queen Maeve spun around, and her entourage followed suit. Whatever kindness that had been on her face fell at once, and her handmaiden straightened, having recognized the ugly look on her face. Trouble was looming.

Once out of hearing range, Queen Maeve barked an order, "I don’t care how you do it, but I want Valerie summoned immediately!"

"Of course, Your Majesty," her handmaiden meekly obeyed, yet her demeanor became stern as she gestured for the other servants to search for Valerie by any means necessary.

Queen Maeve seethed with anger as she walked on. Valerie was being casual about the whole thing while Elena was at risk of being snatched away by his other siblings. That idiot! Her hands were clenched so tight her nails dug into her skin. He couldn’t even appreciate her efforts to secure his throne. How long would she continue to hold his hands like a youngling?!

"I’m sorry, Fae Queen Maeve, but His Majesty did not request your presence today nor does he wish to be interrupted." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

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