Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525: See His Little Mate

Queen Maeve blinked, taken aback by the unexpected suggestion. "I beg your pardon?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Most would have been fearful to make such a suggestion, especially with the shock evident in the queen’s reaction, Elena remained composed and unyielding. She had become brazen, unafraid to speak her mind. "You heard me right, your majesty. If your son is so interested in the human, why not let both of them marry?" she repeated, her tone unwavering.

"Marry her?" Queen Maeve echoed, incredulous. "Why would you propose such a thing?" Her mind raced, trying to comprehend Elena’s motives behind such a proposal.

Queen Maeve’s voice carried a mixture of incredulity and suspicion as she echoed Elena’s suggestion. "Marry her? Why would you propose such a thing?" Her mind worked quickly, attempting to decipher Elena’s motives behind the unexpected proposal.

Elena shrugged casually, her expression nonchalant. "Isn’t it obvious?" she replied. "Valerie is not interested in me, and frankly, I don’t like him either."

Her words were delivered with a straightforwardness that left Queen Maeve momentarily speechless. A pounding sensation began to throb at Maeve’s temples as she struggled to make sense of the situation. What in the Fae was going on? She had never been this confused.

"Not every union among the Fae is born of immediate love." Queen Maeve said with a regal bearing, her words carrying authority and urgency, emphasizing the gravity of her message.

Straightening her posture, she continued with conviction, "Once you are wed to Valerie, he will fall in line. Should he falter, I will ensure compliance. The two of you are destined to govern this realm together, and I will tolerate no further discussion of the human." Her declaration rang out with a tone of finality, leaving no room for dissent.

Elena fell silent and a sense of relief washed over Queen Maeve, her tense shoulders relaxing, confident that her message had been well understood and that Elena would comply.

However, her relief was short-lived as Elena’s laughter broke the silence, catching Queen Maeve off guard.

"What’s funny?" The queen’s brows furrowed in surprise and confusion, her eyes narrowing as she studied Elena, searching for any hint of the reason behind her unexpected reaction.

Elena’s laughter faded, the mirth dissolving in her eyes. "So I’m expected to sit still looking pretty as the proper wife while my betrothed goes around screwing with that bitch?" She sneered.

Queen Maeve’s expression turned horrified as she rebuked her, "Language, Elena!"

Elena, fueled by frustration, rose suddenly from her seat, slamming her hand on the table defiantly, "You don’t tell me what to do!"

Queen Maeve stood in stunned silence, her shock palpable as she witnessed Elena’s outburst. Known to her since childhood, Elena was once the epitome of sweetness, ambition, and impeccable behavior, traits that had earned her a place in Queen Maeve’s plans for the future of Astaria. However, the Elena standing before her now was unrecognizable—a rude, brazen version of the girl she knew. Little did Queen Maeve realize, this wasn’t the Elena she cherished, but rather a vessel overtaken by a vengeful witch.

Caught off guard by Elena’s sudden outburst, Queen Maeve instinctively flinched, momentarily forgetting her regal stature. However, as the reality of her position as the queen of Astaria set in, her demeanor shifted abruptly. With a deliberate and controlled movement, she rose from her seat, her eyes turning steely and her expression becoming unreadable.

"Did you just raise your voice at me?" she asked, her tone icy and authoritative, as she confronted Elena’s audacity head-on.

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