Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678: Memory

Islinda should have known she’d get what she asked for by handing the reins to Ginger to plan their tour.

Their first stop was a bustling market square, brimming with vendors hawking all sorts of wares.

Ginger was like a child in a sweet store, drawn to every shop window filled with glittering trinkets and shiny baubles.

It was obvious that the winter court was in a much better state than when they had initially arrived; the depressing spirit was gone.

Ginger darted from one vendor to another, marveling at sparkling jewels, intricate ornaments, all manner of glittery things and foods.

Gabbi and Milo matched her enthusiasm. Gabbi, a cook herself, was thrilled to discover new recipes, her eyes lighting up at every unfamiliar ingredient and unique cooking technique. Milo, the half-breed, was simply ecstatic to be outside the castle walls, the freedom making his eyes sparkle with childlike wonder.

Islinda initially felt a thrill at the beauty surrounding them, but as the tour progressed, her excitement began to wane. It wasn’t that the tour wasn’t fun, but there was this growing sense of unease. There was that feeling that this was just the calm before the storm.

Elena was too quiet for her liking and something told Islinda that the Fae was not going down without a fight. All of this bothered her hence the last thing she wanted was a day filled with frivolous activities. She appreciated Ginger’s help, but sadly, this was not her thing.

And speaking of Ginger....

"Isn’t this gorgeous, my lady? You must try it on!" Ginger held up a shimmering scarf, her eyes wide with delight. "

Islinda forced a smile and obliged, draping the scarf around her neck.

"It is beautiful," she said, feeling the soft material.

"Told you this is going to be the best birthday ever!" Ginger squealed, moving ahead to go find her next interest, unaware of the weariness in Islinda’s demeanor.

Perhaps Islinda was lucky in a way, because compared to her, Prince Wayne was in a far worse state under Ginger’s care. He was covered head to toe with shiny jewels and accessories Ginger deemed fitting for him. He looked pretty?

Ginger had turned him into a living doll, even making them stop at a junction for an artist to capture his "unique appearance."

Prince Wayne wanted to protest this indignity in his own language, but he wasn’t about to reveal his secret identity.

Damn the Fae!

To think she was this mischievous. Well, it shouldn’t surprise him. After all, she had been such an interesting companion in bed, and he had deliciously enjoyed her last night. She had been extremely welcoming of his advances, and he would have visited her dreams again tonight if not for the princess rising today. He wouldn’t want to miss such a glorious moment, not for any pleasure. There would be plenty of time for more.

Finally, Ginger stopped in front of a small shop with a sign that read "Memories in Glass."

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