Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Queen Nirvana’s Order —2

Ralphie meticulously executed his plan, ensuring every detail was flawlessly orchestrated. As the tranquilizer gas he had strategically planted seeped silently through the air, its effects were swift and undetectable. One by one, the prince and his companions succumbed to the gas’s sedative properties, their breaths slowing as they fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Ralphie observed from the shadows, his expression masked by the darkness as he monitored the situation with a keen eye. With the obstacles now subdued and the path to his target clear, he moved with silent efficiency, his movements calculated and deliberate as he closed in on his objective. Islinda’s fate now rested in his hands, and he was prepared to carry out his mission with ruthless determination.

As Ralphie approached the room where Islinda lay in slumber, a sense of unease gnawed at his conscience. Despite his profession as an assassin, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of ending the life of such a seemingly innocent woman.

Entering the room silently, Ralphie’s gaze fell upon Islinda’s peaceful form, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. In her tranquil state, she exuded an ethereal beauty that captivated his senses, a stark contrast to the darkness of his own intentions.

For a fleeting moment, Ralphie hesitated, his resolve wavering in the face of Islinda’s innocence and vulnerability. Yet, as he reminded himself of the task at hand, he steeled his resolve, pushing aside any lingering doubts or regrets.

With a heavy heart, Ralphie withdrew an iron dagger from his belt, its gleaming blade catching the faint moonlight filtering through the window. The weight of the weapon felt heavy in his hand as he steeled himself for the task ahead. Though uncertain of Islinda’s true nature, Ralphie knew one thing for certain—his orders were clear, and he was here to ensure her demise.

As he raised the dagger, poised to strike, there was a shift in the air and a sudden chill ran down his spine, a primal instinct warning him of impending danger.

Pausing mid-motion, Ralphie’s senses heightened as he sensed another presence in the room. His muscles tensed, every nerve on edge as he scanned the shadows for any sign of movement. Despite the stillness of the night, an eerie tension hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Ralphie awaited the impending confrontation, his grip tightening on the dagger as he prepared to defend himself against this unexpected intrusion.

His hand faltered mid-motion as he whirled around, the iron dagger poised for attack, only to find himself face-to-face with the most mesmerizing Fae he had ever beheld. For a fleeting moment, his heart skipped a beat, captivated by the ethereal beauty that stood before him.

Though duty demanded his attention remain focused on his mission, Ralphie found himself momentarily entranced by the radiant presence of the Fae. His resolve wavered as he struggled to tear his gaze away from the Fae’s captivating features, so unlike anything he had ever encountered.

In his presence, time seemed to stand still, the weight of his mission momentarily forgotten as Ralphie’s senses were overwhelmed by the sheer allure of the Fae before him. Though he knew he should not allow himself to be swayed, he found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

Captivated by the Fae’s enchanting smile, Ralphie’s grip faltered, causing the dagger to slip from his fingers and plummet to the ground with a loud clatter. Unaware of the weapon’s fall, Ralphie felt an inexplicable compulsion stirring within him as he found himself inexplicably drawn towards the mesmerizing figure before him.

Each step he took felt like a trance, his movements guided by an unseen force that beckoned him closer to the Fae. Despite his training and instincts screaming for him to resist, Ralphie found himself powerless to defy the irresistible pull of the Fae’s charm.

As he closed the distance between them, Ralphie’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, his senses ablaze with the intoxicating allure of the Fae’s presence. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the magnetic pull drawing him towards the enigmatic figure.

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