Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Run, Islinda, Run.

Islinda sensed the moment of her demise, but deliberately delaying her resurrection proved to be the most challenging task. It had to be precise because she had a plan. Islinda knew that Aldric would come back to check on his work and it worked.

Islinda experienced an indescribable sensation the moment Aldric entered her room. It felt akin to staring at him from an out-of-body perspective. While she was aware of his presence, it transcended mere sight, existing as a profound feeling. When he touched her cheek, the temptation to return nearly overwhelmed her, but she clung to the moment, knowing that just a little more patience was required for her plan to unfold.

Upon contact, Islinda felt an overwhelming wave of sorrow from Aldric. The intensity surprised her—was he regretting her death? Yet, it was too late for remorse, and Islinda refused to let it distract her from her plan. Having endured enough of Aldric’s cruelty, she was determined to make him taste the pain he had inflicted on her.

In a strategic move, Islinda allowed Aldric to be consumed by grief, thereby letting his guard down. As he immersed himself in sorrow, Islinda returned to her body. Despite a moment of hesitation when she stared at him —, this was the Fae she had given her body to hours ago — her resolute will took over. Her heart may have longed for him, but she refused to let emotions jeopardize the culmination of her carefully laid plans.

Islinda saw the surprise in his eyes when she resurrected, but for her, that was the cue that she needed. She stabbed him in the chest with the dagger Andre had given her. Bless his soul because it turned out to be useful to her. At first, there had been surpise, then relief in his eyes which he saw her come alive, then shock when he stared down at his chest and saw her handwork.

She seized the element of surprise as she resurrected. With a dagger gifted by Andre —bless him — she plunged it into Aldric’s chest. There was a sequence of emotions in his eyes—initial surprise, fleeting relief, and eventual shock at the sight of her handiwork. He realized what she had done.

Islinda purposefully turned the knife inside his chest, intending to inflict greater harm to impede his pursuit and seek retribution for his actions against her. As she plunged the blade, she locked eyes with him, ensuring he witnessed the intense fury in her gaze, signifying her unwavering lack of forgiveness. Despite numerous opportunities she had given him, all had been squandered by his actions. This time, Aldric had a stark choice: release her or end her life permanently, as she vowed to persistently return to torment him.

As Aldric bled on her bed, Islinda fled, aware that the dark Fae prince would eventually recover as the dagger wasn’t made of iron and wouldn’t be fatal. With deliberate intent, she secured the door behind her for an added layer of security. Real fear was palpable in Islinda’s eyes, acknowledging the gravity of her actions and the imminent threat posed by a vengeful Aldric who now likely harbored animosity towards her.

Islinda sprinted with unparalleled urgency, driven by the necessity to get away from here. Even if she possessed a medallion, which she did not, it was impossible to depart the Fae realm because she was bond in service to him. But if she could leave this castle, perhaps, she could hide away from Aldric. In her frantic rush to elude the ominous Fae prince, Islinda collided with an unsuspecting individual, resulting in a startled scream escaping her lips.

"My lady." a familiar voice called out, steadying both of them.

"Aurelia?" Islinda questioned, studying her. Why was the Fae hovering around at this time? Perhaps, as the head Fae, she was putting things in order and didn’t seem suspicious at all.

But there was no time to ponder over her strange movements because Islinda heard a thud in the distance, and her body locked up. She didn’t need a God to tell her that Aldric was out and was coming for her.

The sheer terror radiating from Islinda must have been palpable, as Aurelia’s complexion paled, and her lips quivered in response. Without even the question getting out, Islinda could sense what Aurelia was about to ask. What have you done?

Yet, before the Fae could utter a sound, Islinda seized her hand, desperation evident in her eyes as she implored, "You must help me escape from here."

Islinda knew deep down that what she was asking was too much and might as well cause the Fae her life. She could see that in the pained look in her eyes. However, Aurelia bravely said, "Don’t let go of my hand then."

Her expression lit up, and hope filled Islinda. Perhaps, she could escape Aldric after all. Aurelia took her hand and led her through a series of corridors before they returned to their initial position, causing Islinda’s brows to furrow in confusion.

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