Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Father Of Ravens — 1

In the cold, stone confines of his prison cell, Aldric sat still, his figure serene as if asleep. Yet, beneath his closed eyelids, a spark of anticipation flickered. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, alert and keen—it was time.

As he waited in the oppressive silence, a sudden fluttering of wings shattered the stillness, drawing his attention to the barred window. Through the metal, a conspiracy of ravens descended, their glossy feathers glistening like obsidian in the scant sunlight that filtered through the narrow opening. Each bird moved with an otherworldly grace, their movements synchronized as if guided by an unseen force.

The air was alive with the sound of their wings as they swirled and danced, filling the space with an ethereal presence. Aldric watched in awe as the ravens seemed to merge and meld together, their forms shifting and twisting until they coalesced into a single figure—a man with hair as dark as midnight, cascading like a waterfall of raven’s feathers.

Aldric’s lips curled into a smirk as he regarded the mysterious being before him. "I see you got my message, Azrael," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. The name rolled off his tongue with a sense of familiarity, hinting at a history between them shrouded in secrets and intrigue.

The man’s piercing gaze met his own, a furrow appearing between his brows as he retorted, "Why wouldn’t I, when the ravens I gifted you cawed days and night into my ears."

"Then perhaps, you should have listened to them and saved yourself the trouble." Aldric quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm and veiled amusement. There was a hint of satisfaction in his demeanor, as if he had expected this exchange and was relishing the opportunity to engage in verbal sparring with his companion.

Azrael made a grunt beneath his throat, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the scene before him. The creature before Aldric was a raven shifter, a rarity just like Maxi. He had encountered this creature during his countless adventures away from the palace, and had even once saved its life.

For once, Aldric found himself not resentful about being sent away from the palace, away from the comforts and coddling afforded to the other princes. It was during his time in the wild, away from the opulence of royal life, that he forged connections with creatures like the raven shifter, building his army of oddities and allies in the process.

Creatures like Azrael were ancient beings, their existence stretching back through the annals of time. Unlike the horse shifters, whose numbers had dwindled to near extinction, these ancient beings still roamed the realms, though they preferred to remain hidden from the prying eyes and political machinations of the Fae.

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