Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Aldric Is In Love With You

"Put your head down!" Andre’s harsh command jolted her into action, erasing any hesitation as they made their way towards his room.

Andre was typically gentle and kind towards her, but the tight clench of his jaw, the watchfulness in his eyes, and the way he kept her close to his side were clear indications of the tension running through him.

Islinda could sense it, the heightened tension within the palace, and it made her start to doubt Eli’s actions. He must have known that this would be the consequence of his stunt. Islinda couldn’t fathom that he would intentionally disrupt their plans of matching her with Andre. At the time, it had seemed serious, but now she wondered if they were merely teasing and joking with her. Surely Andre would have never agreed. Or would he?

As they navigated through one winding corridor after another, Islinda realized that she wouldn’t be able to retrace her steps if asked. However, the further they went, the less tense the atmosphere became, as if the chaos hadn’t reached this part of the palace.

Finally, they arrived at a specific wing of the palace, and the confirmation of their arrival came when Andre stopped and ordered, "Do not let anyone in after me."

"Understood, my prince."

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Islinda lifted her head and noticed they were standing in front of a grand entrance. The two Fae guards at the door pushed it open, revealing a small anteroom before the entire living area unfolded before her.

It was spacious and opulent, fitting for a prince. Prince Andre’s living quarters were a captivating fusion of natural tones and vibrant autumn shades. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of falling leaves, harvest festivals, and woodland creatures. The furniture, made from lustrous mahogany and adorned with intricate leaf motifs, harmonized with the seasonal theme.

The Fae people had a profound affinity for nature, evident in the large windows that allowed the cool air and soft light to filter into the room. However, Andre had closed them for her comfort when she shivered, rubbing her hands along her arms.

"Here, allow me to give you a tour of the place," Andre offered, and Islinda followed him sheepishly. There was little else for her to do except worry endlessly about Eli’s safety.

"This is the bedroom," Andre pushed the door open, correcting himself, "Well, my bedroom."

Intrigued, Islinda entered before him. It was as spacious as expected, and Andre’s bed, adorned with plush blankets in rich amber and russet hues, was positioned to capture the gentle glow of the setting sun. However, with the forceful winter outside, sunlight was scarce, and Islinda couldn’t help but think of the worsening conditions Eli was now facing.

Islinda tore her gaze away from the window and turned her attention to the floor, which was covered in a luxurious carpet that mimicked the colors of fallen leaves. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with ancient tomes and volumes. A fireplace, surrounded by stones in warm tones, crackled with a comforting fire. The mantle displayed acorns, pinecones, and small arrangements of dried flowers.

In one corner, a writing desk sat near the window, offering a view of the snowy landscape. Quills and parchment were neatly arranged, ready for Andre to jot down his thoughts or correspondences. Already, there were written notes on the desk, and Andre quickly folded them and placed them in his pocket.

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