Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Power To Make Aldric A King

She and Valerie would never have ended up together, Islinda finally concluded after Andre’s explanation. Islinda accepted that she was not a Fae, nor was she from a powerful Fae family. A relationship with Valerie was simply not realistic; they would always be nothing more than a pipe dream.

Currently, Islinda and Andre were waltzing across the dance floor in a slow dance. Unlike Aldric, Andre maintained a small yet respectable distance, which touched Islinda. She realized that Andre’s good manners were another reason why they worked well together. If she had to fall for any of the princes, it should have been him.

However, Andre had flaws too, and Islinda knew he was a natural flirt. He was sweet and cheerful, but Islinda wasn’t sure if she could handle sharing him with numerous other superior and beautiful Fae. They were better off as friends. Plus, in this harsh realm, Islinda needed a companion.

As they moved closer together due to the limited space, Islinda rested her chin on Andre’s shoulder as they swayed from side to side. She knew that Andre wouldn’t interpret the gesture as anything serious. They were merely helping each other out.

They had been dancing for quite a while now, and the other girls had scattered away. Nevertheless, Islinda occasionally caught glimpses of a few of them glaring at her even while in the arms of their dance partners. They looked down on her and believed she didn’t deserve to talk to a prince, let alone dance with him. In their eyes, she was not worth competing against but rather a doormat to be stepped on.

In one word, aside from the queen, half of the females wanted to kill her. Islinda sarcastically thought that her name would surely go down in the history of the Fae as the most hunted human.

Islinda made the mistake of looking up at that moment and her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met Valerie’s. His gaze was so intense that she shuddered, feeling completely exposed. Why was he looking at her like that when he had his intended at his side?

Islinda quickly looked away, searching for Elena instead, hoping that she hadn’t witnessed the intense exchange between her and Valerie. The last thing she wanted was for Elena to come after her, thinking there was still something between her and Valerie. However, Islinda had nothing to worry about because the Fae was looking elsewhere. At someone.

Her gaze was fixed on Aldric, and Islinda’s blood ran cold. No! Her heart almost leaped out of her chest, and she couldn’t understand the reason for her instant panic. Why was she scared?

"Islinda, is something wrong?" Andre asked, noticing her distress and showing concern.

"No, I’m fine," Islinda replied, stepping away from him. The thrill of dancing had vanished, and her stomach churned with nerves.

Islinda rubbed her clammy hands on her dress, glancing over at Elena, who was no longer looking at Aldric. She unconsciously sighed with relief, but unfortunately, their eyes met at that moment.

Unlike the others who looked at her with pure malice and fury, Elena’s gaze was filled with condescension. Islinda felt like dirt in her presence, and they clearly did not belong in the same league. Islinda didn’t cower; instead, she stood tall and returned the favor. She disliked Elena immediately.

She heard Andre sigh, "I will never understand you, females. Thank God I won’t be getting married anytime soon."

Islinda opened her mouth to reply, her eyes still narrowed at Elena, when an announcer interrupted her.

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