Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Icy Hatred

His people thought of him as a monster, but Aldric considered himself merciful. Though Islinda’s fate was sealed for the night, it wouldn’t be a violent demise, unlike his initial plans. She wouldn’t endure pain or awareness; she would simply slip into eternal sleep.

Aldric meticulously crafted the concoction, one of his renowned masterpieces—the Nightingale Slumber. A small dose could end a human’s life, while it would only incapacitate an adult Fae. Colorless and tasteless, this potion defied detection even by the most skilled poison tasters, given its delayed reaction.

In his twisted sense of mercy, Aldric had chosen a method that spared Islinda from a gruesome end. Yet, the first subject of his refined experiment was Islinda, his unwitting mate. The realization struck him like a sudden storm, and the mere acknowledgment of Islinda as his mate caused an unexpected pang in his heart. He was indeed a monster, wasn’t he?

The dark Fae prince entered Islinda’s room, moving solemnly toward where she lay. Even without checking, Aldric knew she was gone. The absence of Islinda’s familiar heartbeat sent panic coursing through his veins, leaving him haunted by the weight of his actions. What had he done?

He could feel Eli furiously banging on the door of his mind, wanting to be free. To see his mate. But he could not let him out. Aldric had no idea what he would do in this state. He could as well create a situation way worse than this. So Aldric tightened the lock around his mind, but that did not stop Eli’s feelings from rushing into him.

Aldric stood there, looking down at Islinda’s lifeless form, the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders like a lead cloak. He had taken away the one person who had managed to touch a part of him he thought was long lost.

Regret, guilt, and grief mingled in Aldric’s eyes as he realized the magnitude of his choice. The room felt heavy with the silence of the departed, and the air seemed to carry the weight of a decision that couldn’t be undone.

In that moment, the prince felt an emptiness that surpassed any darkness he had known. Eli’s emotions echoed through his mind, a haunting reminder of what he had lost. Yet, Aldric couldn’t afford to let the floodgates open. He had to remain in control, no matter how much the pain threatened to consume him.

Closing his eyes, Aldric struggled to shut out the whirlwind of emotions, both his and Eli’s. He silently sat down, staring down at Islinda. Her eyes were shut close in death, and his soul cried out in torture over his choice. freewёbnoνel-com

The room became a solemn sanctuary, filled only with the weight of remorse and the echoes of what could have been. His fingers gently traced the outline of Islinda’s lifeless form, a silent apology whispered to the stillness of the room.

Aldric’s face bore the marks of his internal struggle, the conflict etched in the lines of his brow. He was a prince haunted by the repercussions of his actions, a dark figure immersed in the profound regret that overshadowed the room.

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