Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 430

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Chapter 430: A Little Demonstration

Breakfast was a disaster, and it was no surprise that King Oberon was the first to leave the table. Islinda was convinced that the Fae would suffer from indigestion for the rest of the day. With the king gone, Queen Maeve took charge, and Islinda knew that this was just the beginning.

"Islinda, right?"

Elena spoke, catching Islinda off guard. She had forgotten that the Fae was even there. Why would Elena speak to her now?

"Yes, that’s me," Islinda responded, on guard.

Elena asked, "I’m curious, what is it like living with Prince Aldric every day?"

The spoon slipped from Islinda’s hand, but fortunately it didn’t fall to the ground. She looked at Elena with a frown, and her question drew attention from the other queens and princes at the table.

Islinda wasn’t surprised by their reactions. All the Queens of Astaria wanted Elena as a wife for their sons, yet here she was asking about the rejected prince. If it weren’t for the screens preventing their conversations from being overheard, tongues would be wagging in the audience.

Islinda relaxed a bit, sitting up straight in her seat. She replied, "I don’t see the need for such a question, nor are we friends to have such a private conversation."

Elena stifled a laugh with an elegant hand, saying, "Of course, I have a reason for asking. After Prince Aldric saved my life yesterday, I went to thank him, but he had the worst manners."

Elena and Aldric exchanged a look, implying that there was an inner secret Islinda wasn’t privy to.

Islinda frowned at their interaction, particularly as she remembered Aldric’s words from yesterday when he barged into her room and called Valerie a conniving bastard. She suddenly recalled that Elena had been lying on his bed...oh no.

A wave of jealousy and fury washed over Islinda, to the point that she didn’t realize she was still holding onto Eli’s hand and had dug her nails into his flesh, drawing blood.

"Islinda," Eli called out, snapping her out of her aggression. She looked down and saw the trail of blood, gasping in surprise. She tried to pull away, but Eli held on tight.

Islinda would have struggled more if they weren’t still under scrutiny, and she didn’t want anyone to see what was happening beneath the table.

"You still haven’t answered my question," Elena reminded her with an air of authority.

"Why is everyone coming at Islinda today?" Andre finally spoke up, clearly showing his dislike for Elena.

"She’s an exotic novelty," Queen Nirvana chimed in, looking at them over her glass. "It’s cute, really. Having an exotic creature dining with the royal family - no wonder we’re obsessed with her, like a new plaything." Queen Nirvana wiped her lip gracefully, practiced in her actions as a queen to the others, but predatory towards Islinda.

Elena leaned closer, resting her chin on her intertwined fingers as she glanced at Andre. She smirked, "I heard you and Islinda are friends. Since it’s matchmaking season, you two would make a good couple."