Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: A Volcano About To Erupt

As much as she hated to admit it, Queen Maeve was undeniably beautiful, powerful, and shockingly flawless. There was not a single thing out of place on her body. Her dress was a breathtaking design, far surpassing the elegance of Islinda’s own attire.

It clung to the queen’s figure like a second skin, perfectly accentuating her form. The Queen’s hair was impeccably styled, and as she walked, it seemed to be effortlessly carried by an invisible breeze. Her elegant strides made it appear as though she was gliding on air, captivating everyone’s attention. Though Islinda despised her, she couldn’t help but be captivated by the queen’s presence.

However, beneath the surface of her outward perfection, Queen Maeve harbored a malevolent darkness and it made a cold shiver run down her spine. Tonight, the Queen planned to murder her, the woman who had been separated from her son at her behest. Islinda refused to fall victim to the sadistic charm of her own murderer. She did not share same tendencies as the mad Fae, Aldric.

With regal grace, Queen Maeve descended the grand staircase, each step emanating her authority. The ballroom fell silent in awe of her entrance.

And speaking of her son....

Islinda felt the breath rush out of her lungs when her sight fell on Prince Valerie. He followed Queen Maeve from closely behind and moved with a composed elegance, a striking figure in his own right. The air seemed to crackle with a mixture of anticipation and respect as the queen and prince entered the ballroom together.

But as much as Valerie exuded a princely charm, yet there was a weariness in his eyes that caught Islinda’s attention. She couldn’t help but wonder what the queen had done to him. Her heart squeezed painfully as she momentarily forgot her anger towards him.

Islinda was busy scrutinizing Valerie; she didn’t realize that she had unconsciously stepped out of Aldric’s arms, and the dark Fae prince stared at her with so much intensity, that he might as well bore a hole in her head. No, she did not think of Aldric as she wanted to get a closer look at her precious prince, Valerie.

But that was until another Fae made an appearance and call it a sixth instinct but Islinda’s gaze sharpened and her spine straightened up. It was a female and women were quick to size up competition. A sense of competition ignited within her, causing her to recoil. This was no sibling of Valerie’s, as Aldric would have informed her. Or would he? It felt like one of his trademark surprises, meant to shock her.

Despite her confusion, Islinda acknowledged that Valerie, like any male, desired companionship. Who was she to judge him when she had been frolicking with Aldric and his alter ego?

By the gods, Islinda gasped as her realization struck her like lightning, and she grasped the consequences of her actions. What would everyone at this party think if they knew that Aldric, no, his alter ego — except no one knew about him — bedded her?

If anyone discovered her affair with Aldric, they would treat her like they did Rosalind, shunning her once she left the castle’s protection. Fuck, she had to go get out of here. Everything felt perplexing, complicated, and overwhelming. Her feelings had become a tangled mess, making her question whether she desired both brothers or had become nothing more than a promiscuous woman.

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