Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: The One From Her Dream.

When they arrived at the castle, Aldric closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the comforting embrace of home. Glancing down at the sleeping woman on his lap, a smile curled his lips. Seeing Islinda rely on him even for the simple act of sleeping brought a sense of warmth to his heart.

As Maxi and Isaac stepped out of the carriage, Aldric carefully carried Islinda and got out as well.

"The both of you go ahead, I’ll tuck her into bed and then we can talk," he said to Isaac, implying the conversation they needed to have about their falling out weeks ago.

"Alright, my prince," Isaac answered.

"Hmmm, see you then," Aldric said, and left with Islinda.

It was peculiar, but for the first time, Aldric noticed subtle changes in his palace. It looked cleaner than usual, the flowers were fresher, and the air carried a sweet fragrance. The servants must have sensed his return and put in effort to make his home more welcoming.

Normally, he wouldn’t have noticed or cared about such trivial changes, but perhaps it was because he was slowly walking with Islinda in his arms that he took it all in. If it weren’t for her, he would be striding through the passageways focused on serious business. At least his servants cared enough to put in the extra effort.

Arriving at the room, the first thing that greeted Aldric was the Wrry cat, and his lips lifted in disgust at once. Wayne, or whatever name Islinda called him, sat in the middle of the room as if he knew about his mistress’s arrival.

It wasn’t just the intelligence in the cat’s eyes or its ability to seemingly spy on people that bothered Aldric, it was also its beauty. Aldric had to admit he hadn’t met a Wrry cat this majestic before, and it bothered him the way Islinda was so attached to it. If she weren’t sleeping right now, Aldric bet she’d be holding it close to her. He couldn’t fathom sharing such affection with an animal.

The whole of Islinda’s attention was supposed to be spent on him. Well, after she died tonight, he would skin it alive and probably have his servants make him a Wrry cat soup. Aldric hasn’t had it before, but he bet the gods it would be tasty. He smiled evilly at the thought.

Perhaps it was his malevolent expression, it made the Wrry cat scamper away for safety. It seemed as though the dark Fae prince was planning his demise; prince Wayne could see it written all over his face. Not that it was going to happen. If that prince laid a hand on him, he would reduce him to ashes.

Thankfully, Aldric ignored the cat and proceeded to lay Islinda on the bed. He tucked her in carefully, even though the chill had dissipated. He had relinquished his control over Aimsir, and the change was immediate. Instead of winter, it was now the blooming spring season. Their realm had finally emerged from its winter slumber and embraced the warmth of the sun. It was the season for Queen Nirvana to shine and dominate the courts; Fae Queen Maeve wouldn’t like it, and Aldric would be on the sidelines, observing the drama.

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