Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Her Days Were Numbered

The king remembered her from the first ball Aldric forced her to attend.Of course, how could he not remember? She became quite famous after Valerie publicly denied their relationship.

"Urm, your Majesty..." Islinda scratched the back of her neck nervously, her gaze returning to the ground. With a disconcerting expression, King Oberon gazed at one as though he could see right through them. "I am the human who looked after Va—-Prince Valerie in the human realm."

Islinda cursed herself for almost slipping. There was utmost decorum when the king and royal family were present. Furthermore, addressing the crown prince of Astaria would raise even more suspicions.

Finally, the King’s eyes widened in surprise as recognition flashed through them.

"Brillant! The drama in the palace has kept me occupied, but I have been meaning to reward the human who saved my son," he exclaimed. His look at Valerie and Aldric said it all.

"But tonight, you are my special guest because the gods have once again brought you to my doorstep." He turned, "Prepare her a splendid chamber befitting a queen and encircle her room with guards. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, you will have to answer to me." King Oberon declared, without looking at anyone in particular.

Islinda let out a startled gasp. It was not just her. The King’s command stunned every Fae in the room. Relocating her to a royal chamber, Islinda’s status was elevated to that of a Queen, albeit momentarily. Islinda, a human favored by a Fae King, stood among them with an elevated status that left the entire court in awe.

Naturally, there were complications with her promotion, as the King’s Wives began to view her as a potential rival. It was unusual for King Oberon to modestly converse with a woman, much less a human, and now he had bestowed upon her a position that caused the other queens to be envious and watch her closely. Islinda became entangled in the intricate web of Fae politics, at the center of court intrigue. Islinda gulped, her days were numbered now more than ever.

Although it had been hundreds of years since King Oberon married, finally uniting the Fae kingdom, Queen Nova’s position was still open. The possibility of Islinda, a human, being elevated to queenly status sparked whispers and speculation. If King Oberon chooses Islinda as his wife to fill the long-vacant position, it could reshape the dynamics of the Fae court in ways not seen since their creation.

Queen Maeve sighed, her head throbbing from all the thoughts racing through her head. She thought she only had to feud the human away from her son, but now she has to worry about her snatching her husband as well? She clenched her fist; the human had to go. She intended it both literally and metaphorically.

The ballroom was tense, and many minds were racing with ideas. Islinda wished she could assure them that the elevated status was only temporary, a fleeting privilege for the night. However, she couldn’t dispel the intricate thoughts that weaved through the cunning minds of the Faeries. While Islinda saw things with simplicity, these creatures were well-versed in court politics, and now, they regarded the humans with a keen interest. A wind of change seemed to be sweeping through, and everyone in the court eagerly anticipated how it would unfold.

Valerie observed the unfolding scene with a brooding expression. The wild speculations circulating were unsettling, and he harbored no fondness for the prospect. If his father indeed desired Islinda, there would be no room for resistance – surrendering would be inevitable, a bitter submission. Engaging in a struggle for the affection of the king’s chosen woman bordered on treason, and Valerie hoped his father wouldn’t subject him to such a fate.

Unlike his troubled half-brother, Aldric’s expression was calm, eerily calm. If it wasn’t for the way his hands clenched and unclenched every second, one would think the dark Fae prince was unfazed by it all because his face revealed nothing. It seems this was both a blessing and a disaster. His father did not look at Islinda in a way that made his heckles rise, but no one knew what was going on in that crazy Fae’s mind. Why did it have to be a room fit for a Queen when there were numerous luxurious rooms in the palace? His instincts — just like everyone else in this place — were not wrong and he did not like this ominous tension.

"Don’t you want it?" King Oberon narrowed his eyes at the human.

"Eeh?!" Islinda exclaimed, only to realize that she had to gape at the king of Astaria like a moron all this while.

Stumbling over her words, Islinda hastily expressed gratitude, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and flattery. "Of course! Yes! I want it! Thank your highness—no, I mean, your majesty, King Oberon! May your reign be forever!" The desire to avoid any misstep or displeasure from the powerful king was evident in her hasty acceptance, for she was well aware of the potential consequences of refusing such an offer.

Her head was still lowered when the King’s laughter rang out. At first, Islinda stiffened, thinking she had done something wrong only to realize that this was hearty laughter. Tension left her body, but Islinda still did not dare to look up. Tonight, it seems as if she’s been trudging through a land filled with explosives. One wrong step, and she’d be blown to pieces. frёeωebɳovel.com

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