Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582: His Plan All Along

The deep walls of the ice room parted with a loud, groaning noise as King Oberon strode inside. Carved deep within the heart of his palace, the room stood as a frozen fortress, its walls adorned with a glistening sheen of icy crystals that shimmered in the dim light.

As King Oberon entered, he was immediately enveloped by a bone-chilling cold that seemed to penetrate to the very marrow of his bones. The air was thick with frost, each breath turning into mist as it escaped his lips. Yet despite the bitter cold, Oberon remained unaffected, his demeanor as icy as the room itself. He simply breathed in the frigid air, his expression impassive, as if inhaling needles of ice held no discomfort for him.

The two stern-looking Fae stationed at the entrance shivered involuntarily as the biting cold from within the ice room washed over them. Hastily, they pulled the heavy stone door shut behind them, sealing off the frigid chamber from the outside world.

King Oberon strode purposefully into the center of the room, exuding power and authority with every step. The ice room was a chilling spectacle, statues of frozen Fae adorned the icy chamber, their diverse forms captured in a moment of eternal struggle and despair. Each figure bore a horrified expression, as if they had fought valiantly but ultimately succumbed to defeat.

Despite the ominous sight, Oberon remained unmoved, his expression stoic and unyielding. To him, the frozen Faeries were not symbols of loss or despair but evidence of his dominion over his element.

He had crafted this prison with his own hands, shaping the ice and wielding its purpose to his liking. The haunting beauty of the ice room served as a constant reminder of his power and the depth of his wrath, a warning to all who dared to oppose him.

King Oberon’s gaze hardened like steel, his eyes darkened with an intensity that hinted at the storm brewing within him as he laid eyes on his wife, Queen Maeve—or rather, what remained of her.

Queen Maeve was cocooned in a thin sheet of ice, her form still visible from outside.

Unlike the other statues scattered throughout the room, whose forms had hardened to the point of resembling stone, Queen Maeve’s frozen state offered a glimmer of hope. Though her body was immobilized by the icy confinement, there was still a chance, however slim, for her survival. Yet even in her frozen state, Queen Maeve still looked fierce, her spirit indomitable in the face of adversity.

King Oberon approached Queen Maeve’s frozen form with a sense of purpose, his hand reaching out to touch the icy surface. As his fingers made contact, the ice gradually melted away. With each passing moment, Queen Maeve’s frozen state began to thaw, revealing her trembling form beneath.

Queen Maeve surfaced with a gasp, her breath coming in ragged like someone emerging from beneath icy waters. Her lips were tinged blue, and her body trembled uncontrollably, a stark contrast to her once regal demeanor now overshadowed by despair and anger.

Locking eyes with her husband, Queen Maeve’s gaze burned with a fierce intensity, her voice laced with disdain as she spoke. "At last, you grace your esteemed wife with your presence," Despite her weakened state, there was no mistaking the fiery spirit that still burned within her.

"You should be careful how you speak to me, Maeve," King Oberon warned, his voice dripping with menace. "I’m struggling not to grab you right now and pierce you through those sharp, rugged icicles." His jaw clenched tight as he fought to contain his rage.

Maeve turned to spot the sharp icicles he was referring to, her eyes widening at the sight of the numerous jagged spikes protruding from the icy walls. Suddenly, she began to laugh hysterically, her laughter echoing off the frozen chamber’s walls, causing King Oberon’s brows to furrow in confusion. He said nothing, watching in silence as his wife finally seemed to lose control.

When Maeve’s laughter subsided, her expression turned grave, and she lifted a challenging brow, daring him to act. "What are you waiting for? Do it!" she shouted defiantly.

"Maeve..." Oberon growled warningly, his voice heavy with tension.

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