Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 592

Chapter 592: What Aldric Must Feel

Music Recommendation: Softly —Thomas Day.

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As they reached the winter court in the evening, Islinda regretted ever disobeying Aldric’s orders. She felt the moment they crossed the border into the Winter court, as a familiar tingle of magic washed over her, as if they had just passed through an invisible vile announcing their arrival. However, any relief was short-lived as a great cold swept over her, causing Islinda to shiver uncontrollably, her teeth chattering in the biting chill.

The sudden change in their surroundings left Islinda reeling, despite her familiarity with the impossible occurrences in the Fae realm. One moment they were passing through a lush green forest, and the next, the landscape was transformed into a winter wonderland, draped in blankets of pristine snow that glistened under the ethereal glow of the evening sun on the horizon—a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the other seasons.

But the icy elegance of the winter court was lost on Islinda as she began to shake, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to dispel the biting cold. Though her dress was thick, it proved inadequate against the frigid temperatures of the winter court—temperatures that paled in comparison to the bone-chilling cold she had witnessed in Astaria during Aldric’s reign. Here, it was as if the true essence of cold existed, as if the Fae of this court were meant to thrive in this paralyzing chill.

Damn it all. Aldric must have known how severe the cold would be and warned her, but Islinda’s stubborn pride had gotten the better of her. She was already turning to see if she was the only one suffering from the bone-deep chill when something warm and welcoming was draped over her shoulders, causing her to lift her face and meet Aldric’s gaze.

Islinda’s heart skipped a beat as she realized Aldric had silently approached her with his horse, offering her a fur coat to ward off the biting cold. He adjusted the coat around her, his touch gentle yet firm, before their eyes locked.

Despite the urge to resist, Islinda found herself grasping the reins of her horse while Aldric’s hands remained around her shoulders, ensuring the coat was securely in place. Together, they trotted at a leisurely pace, as if perfectly synchronized in their movements.

The proximity between them was so close that all it would take was a slight movement for Aldric to lower his face and their lips to meet. Islinda sensed that he was thinking the same thing, as she watched the moment his piercing blue eyes darkened with lust, causing her heart to skip a beat. Temptation beckoned, but Islinda resisted, reminding herself of their surroundings and the prying eyes that must surely be watching.

"Thank you," Islinda said genuinely, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Aldric for his unexpected gesture.

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