Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 631

Chapter 631: Don’t Let Her Go In

"What have we have?" Someone approached with a sneer.

Islinda could discern the identity of the unwanted visitor by the sound of her voice even before she lifted her face, confirming her suspicion—it was Elena. Her expression soured at the sight of her, and she scowled at the Fae with unmistakable intensity.

However, rather than taking Islinda’s scowl as a warning, Elena seemed almost relieved by her bad mood. In fact, the Fae appeared to derive some twisted satisfaction from it, her expression shifting to one of contentment as she walked towards her.

Elena halted right in front of Islinda, tilting her head as she scrutinized her with a condescending look. "If it isn’t Aldric’s whore?"

Islinda’s glare hardened at the derogatory remark. While she might tolerate others calling her "Aldric’s whore," she knew Elena meant every word of it, intending to provoke and mock her. Yet, Islinda had more important matters to attend to, like seeing Aldric, than engaging in a pointless altercation with a petty, contemptible Fae like Elena.

Ignoring Elena’s taunts, Islinda remained in her position, straining to catch sight of Aldric. However, her efforts proved futile, and a sense of unease settled over her like a persistent buzzing in her ears.

"Are you waiting for Aldric?" Elena’s voice cut through the silence, dripping with taunt. When Islinda offered no response, Elena pressed on. "Don’t bother. Aldric won’t see you. But if you beg me, I might consider putting in a good word for you."

Islinda’s brows furrowed in annoyance. While in the past she might have dismissed Elena’s words as the ramblings of a mad Fae, there was a glint in her eyes and a confidence in her demeanor that unsettled Islinda. It was as if Elena possessed knowledge beyond Islinda’s awareness, stirring a deep discomfort within her. Lately, her instincts had been on edge, amplified by Aldric’s avoidance, leaving her with a growing sense that something was gravely amiss.

Before Islinda could utter a word, Ginger stepped forward assertively. "You are making the young mistress uncomfortable, Lady Elena, and should leave instantly," she demanded.

Elena’s gaze shifted from Islinda to the servant Fae, her expression darkening. She spat out indignantly, "How dare you?"

"What?" Ginger recoiled, taken aback by Elena’s sudden hostility.

"Who do you think you are to speak to me that way?!" Elena raged.

Sensing Elena’s escalating anger, Islinda swiftly rose to her feet, positioning herself defensively in front of Ginger before Elena could make a move against her.

"Don’t. You. Dare," Islinda growled with a guttural intensity, her eyes flashing dangerously.

The unexpected show of aggression from Islinda caught Elena off guard, causing her to hesitate mid-action. Slowly, she lowered her hand, attempting to regain her composure as she smoothed down her flamboyant dress.

"Do you know, nobodies like you with a bit of power are the reasons mere servants think it’s alright to insult high Faes?" Elena accused, her tone sharp with disdain.

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