Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Entertainment

Aldric stood in the courtyard, staring into the distance. To anyone else, they would assume his intense gaze was directed at the staff diligently cleaning up the wreckage from the Raysin family’s attack earlier.

However, his blue glowing eyes were unseeing, clouded with a mysterious luminescence and perched on his shoulder was Number One, his favorite raven. While Aldric appeared to be watching the staff, his consciousness was elsewhere, intertwined with the raven’s.

Through their psychic connection, Aldric’s mind flowed seamlessly into Number One’s, experiencing the bird’s flight through the palace groundssupervising his staff, who were diligently cleaning up the aftermath of the Raysin family’s attack. The remnants of the skirmish lay scattered: splintered wood, overturned furniture, and patches of charred stone.

. Through the raven’s keen eyes, Aldric saw the palace’s hidden corners and eavesdropped on whispered conversations.

Scenes and conversations filtered through his awareness—secret meetings behind the grand hall, hushed whispers in the hallways, and fleeting moments of vulnerability among his father’s subjects. The raven’s eyes became his own, presenting him with a mosaic of valuable intelligence.

The Raven had gathered enough snippets of vital information and Aldric absorbed it all, his expression unreadable. This was his way of staying ahead, of knowing the palace’s every undercurrent.

The staff moved around him, oblivious to his distant stare, each of them too engrossed in their own tasks to notice the faraway look in their master’s eyes. Even those who noticed minded their businesses, knowing too well that Aldrc doesn’t take too well to being interrupted.

He continued to receive the steady stream of images and sounds until, suddenly, his eyes flickered. He blinked rapidly, the blue glow dissipating as he returned to reality, severing the connection.

The courtyard came back into sharp focus, the sounds of the clean-up effort flooding back into his awareness. He turned his head slightly, breaking the spell of stillness.

"Good boy," Aldrc murmured, reaching up to pat the raven on the head.

Number One cawed in response, ruffling its feathers as if to shake off the strain of the task. Aldric’s lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile as he scratched the bird’s neck. Number one nudged its beak into his touch with a sense of loyalty and affection. Not long after, it flew off having fulfilled its role.

With the bird gone, Aldric remained at his post, watching the workers meticulously clean up the evidence of the Raysin family’s attack. The courtyard buzzed with activity as servants hurried about, removing debris and attempting to restore order. The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of smoldering debris - and flesh - remnants of the chaos that had recently unfolded.

His earlier defensive measures had protected the interior of his castle, leaving it relatively unscathed. The exterior, however, bore the brunt of the assault. His once-lush and cherished garden plants, now lay in ruins.

Scorched earth, trampled plants, and broken trellises bore silent testimony of the assault’s ferocity. The loss of his "useful" — and dangerous — plants gnawed at him. Each one had been painstakingly nurtured for its unique properties, both medicinal and lethal, and their destruction represented a significant setback in his work.

Aldric’s jaw tightened as he surveyed the scene. Rage simmered beneath his composed exterior, a cold and calculating fury directed at the Raysin family. The loss was a personal affront, and he vowed to pay them back dearly for this desecration.

Yet, Aldrc forced himself to push aside the desire for vengeance, at least temporarily. The immediate threat had been neutralized, and he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Azula.

With a final glance at the devastated garden, Aldric turned on his heel and strode purposefully back towards the castle. His mind was already at work, strategizing his next move in the unending game of power and survival that was his life. And to think he now had to add a certain demon to his plans.

The gods help him. Aldrc couldn’t help but pray this time.

The royal family were parasites, the palace a den of vipers, and Aldric didn’t plan to give them the opportunity to coil around him. Unfortunately, Azula’s presence was about to put his patience, ability and fate to the test.

His enemies were getting bolder and closer than ever before. What he needed right now was to consolidate his ambition for the throne, gather forces , and fortify his defenses against further assaults. Not babysit and potentially seduce a demon.

Yeah, seduce a succubus. This had got to be the joke of the century.

Issac was the first person Aldric saw when he entered the room where he and Maxi sat, babysitting the demon. Their eyes crossed briefly before he looked away, his jaw set.

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