Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546: [Bonus Chapter] Father Of Ravens — 2

The tension escalated, yet in a sudden shift of mood, Aldric’s features softened into a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Perhaps if you would leave your nest and your sky castle once in a while, you’d realize that I’m now the dark Fae prince. That one sounds dapper, don’t you think?" he quipped, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Leaning back against the stonewall of the cell, Aldric continued, "Also, depending on my mood, the Faeries of Astaria call me the cruel prince too. Or the abominable. Cursed heir. Which of them do you like though, Azrael?" he teased, winking at the towering figure before him with a sense of camaraderie.

Azrael sighed heavily, the weariness evident in his demeanor as he rubbed the space between his brows. "I have no time for your games, Prince Aldric. Now tell me, does unlocking these chains help you?" he pressed, his tone tinged with impatience.

Aldric couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease his companion. "Ohh, cranky. Who ruffled your feathers this morning, Azrael? It definitely cannot be me," he teased, the playful glint in his eyes carrying an added layer of meaning

A low, deep rumble emanated from Azrael’s throat, a clear sign of his growing frustration. Aldric recognized the telltale sound immediately, knowing that it signaled Azrael’s agitation. It was a rare occurrence, considering Azrael’s connection to the ravens he called his kin. Ravens were known for their stoicism and patience, yet Azrael seemed to possess a fiery spirit that belied his avian lineage.

"Fine, get rid of the chains, it would more than help, Azrael," Aldric said, his voice laced with anticipation. Every fiber of his being thrummed with the desire for freedom, the mere thought of liberation sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Azrael nodded in acknowledgment before stepping closer to Aldric, his gaze focused intently on the shackles that bound the prince. With a deft hand, he reached into the feathers that adorned his clothing and retrieved a long raven beak, its sleek and formidable shape gleaming in the light of the cell. Closing his hand around the beak, Azrael began to work his magic, his movements fluid and purposeful as he manipulated the feathered object with skill.

Aldric watched in awe as Azrael fashioned the raven beak into a makeshift key, his admiration for his friend growing with each passing moment. In a matter of seconds, a satisfying click echoed through the cell, signaling the release of Aldric’s left hand from its iron prison. With practiced ease, Azrael repeated the process, freeing Aldric’s other hand before moving on to unlock the shackles that bound his legs.

As the final chains clattered to the ground, Aldric stood tall before Azrael, his body now free from the oppressive weight of captivity. Drawing in a long, deep breath, he savored the sensation of liberation, his chest expanding with newfound freedom. With trembling hands, he reached down to rub his red and sore ankles, the lingering discomfort a small price to pay for the rush of power that now surged through his veins.

With each beat of his heart, Aldric felt the energy coursing through him, filling every fiber of his being with a familiar and intoxicating sensation. It was a feeling he had sorely missed, having been deprived of his powers for far too long. Locked away twice in just as many weeks, Aldric vowed never to allow anyone to strip him of his abilities again. No one would ever again have the power to control or suppress him.

Aldric turned to Azrael with a grateful expression, "Thank you, old friend. Now, how do I pay you for this?"

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