Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Fallen Senselessly For Aldric

Elena’s eyes were cold, calculating, and filled with a hint of amusement, as if she found Islinda’s presence both entertaining and insignificant. She leaned back slightly in her chair, exuding an aura of effortless confidence, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Islinda was pissed off. For someone whose crime was about to be revealed and persecuted, she looked too confident for her liking. Well, not that Elena knew of their plans. Soon, those smile would be turned to crying and she, Islinda would have the last laugh.

Thanks to that, Islinda refused to look away. She held Elena’s gaze with as much strength as she could muster, determined to show that she would not be intimidated. The tension between the both females was palpable, a silent duel of dominance and resolve.

The royal court seemed to fade into the background as they stared at each other, the noise and movement from the other fae becoming distant and inconsequential. For a brief moment, it felt as if they were the only two people in the hall, locked in an intense battle of unspoken words and hidden intentions.

Islinda could sense the challenge in Elena’s eyes, the unspoken threat and the promise of pain. But she also saw something else—curiosity. It was as if Elena was trying to decipher her, to understand her motives and strength.

It made Islinda frown a little, it couldn’t be that Elena knew of their plan, right? No, that can’t be. They are had been meticulous nor was Aldric who could have betrayed her conscious. Islinda unconsciously reached for her neck,reliving that night Aldric had tried murdering her. That would not happen again, they would deal with Elena once and for all.

Finally, it was Elena who broke the stare, turning her attention back to the proceedings of the court just as the royal herald announced, "All rise for the high lord, prince Aldric."

Islinda quickly rose to her feet when she saw everyone in the hall doing the same. She looked towards the entrance and felt the breath escape her lungs. By the gods, Eli was breathtaking.

Eli was dressed ostentatiously, embodying the winter prince he was.

Draped over his shoulders was a luxurious furry coat, its dense, dark fur adding an air of menace to his already intimidating presence.

The coat, flowing elegantly behind him, amplified his aura of unrestrained power and authority. Each step he took, It was as if he carried the chill of winter itself with him, making the air around him seem colder and sharper.

He wore his hair long and partially braided as Aldric does at times, with it cascading down to his shoulders, adding to his wild, unrestrained look. The braids were adorned with small, intricate beads that caught the light, a subtle reminder of his connection to the Winter court’s ancient traditions.

Eli’s piercing eyes bored into those around him with an intensity that was both captivating and terrifying.

Islinda didn’t even realize she was practically drooling over him until Eli reached her spot. It suddenly dawned on her that every other Fae in the room had prostrated before their high lord. She had been so mesmerized by his beauty that she remained standing, like a glaring anomaly in the sea of bowed figures.

Oh God. Islinda wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Her face flushed crimson as she hastily dropped to her knees, her heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and fear. She dared not look up, hoping against hope that her lapse had gone unnoticed.

Her luck never worked in such a way. Everyone had noticed. Islinda sighed, this was quickly becoming a habit.

Eli’s intense gaze flickered with amusement as he paused before her, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

The room was silent, the weight of his presence and the collective reverence of the Faeries creating an almost palpable tension.

"It’s nice to know that your beloved high Lord is so handsome he’s distracting," Eli said, his voice carrying a playful lilt. Though it might have come across as prideful, his true intent was to alleviate Islinda’s embarrassment.

For a moment, there was no reaction, the room holding its collective breath. Then, a single laugh echoed through the hall, breaking the tension. It was followed by another, and soon, the entire room was filled with a cacophony of laughter.

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