Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 576

Chapter 576: Revenge On Aldric

Elena and Aldric stood side by side, gazing out into the expansive night sky, illuminated by the shimmering stars above. Servants bustled around them, diligently preparing their tents for the night’s rest.

"It’s been centuries since I last graced the Winter court with my presence. I’m eager to rediscover the icy splendor it holds," Elena remarked, her voice filled with anticipation. Her gaze softened as she turned to Aldric, a wistful expression crossing her features. "I’ve heard tales of your mother’s reign, a queen beloved by all accounts. I wished I had met her while she was alive."

Upon her words, Aldric stiffened momentarily, a flicker of tension crossing his features before he regained his composure with practiced ease. If Elena hadn’t been observant, she might have missed the moment entirely.

Undeterred, she pressed on, noticing Aldric’s relaxed facade. "The hypocrisy of the Faeries of Astaria is glaring," she pointed out. "They adore your mother yet scorn you. Have they ever considered that a Queen so cherished could never give rise to a monster?"

But Aldric couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter, catching Elena off guard. She turned to him, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "What’s amusing, Prince Aldric?"

Instead of answering immediately, Aldric tilted his head, studying Elena with an intensity that would unsettle any other Fae. Yet Elena met his gaze without flinching, holding his stare until he was the first to break away.

With a deliberate movement, Aldric slipped both hands into his pockets and took a step closer, looming over her. Despite Elena’s bravery, she couldn’t help but unconsciously swallow nervously. His eyes gleamed like cold steel orbs, and his swirling shadows danced across his skin, casting an ominous aura over the moment.

Aldric’s voice, deep and seductive yet tinged with danger, cut through the night air as he asked Elena, "Tell me, Elena, what is your true purpose here?"

Elena was momentarily taken aback by his question, but she quickly gathered herself, inhaling deeply and lifting her chin defiantly. She had not anticipated Aldric seeing through her facade so easily, but she couldn’t help but admire his quick wit and cunning intellect. His reputation truly preceded him.

"What on earth are you implying?" she retorted with a forced laugh, feigning ignorance to his inquiry.

"Don’t toy with me," Aldric warned, his expression growing taut, his smile taking on a sinister edge.

Elena abandoned any pretense, meeting his gaze head-on. "I told you what the Queen—" she began.

"Not that excuse!" Aldric interjected sharply, his intensity causing Elena to pause. He reached out, grasping a lock of her red hair and letting it slip through his fingers. "You’re intelligent, Elena. If you truly wished to evade the Queen, you could have done so without involving me. Am I wrong?" he challenged, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes, adding to his menacing aura.

"You’re right," Elena admitted, her tone conceding. "I learned of your journey to the Winter court, and I saw an opportunity worth seizing." She held his gaze steadily. "Queen Maeve wouldn’t be able to reach me there, affording me more time to ’persuade’ you regarding my proposal," she emphasized.

"I believe that you already got your answer."

"No, Prince Aldric –"

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