Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748: Take Another Wife

Queen Nirvana stood amidst the lush foliage, her granddaughter by her side. Sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling, casting a warm glow over them as they prepared for the lesson.

"Now listen to me, Mira," Queen Nirvana began, her voice authoritative, "To get a hang of that power running through your veins, as a beginner, close your eyes and feel the life around you. Our spring power is not just about making things grow; it’s about connecting with the life force within nature."

Mira, was Queen Nirvana’s hybrid daughter born when her useless son Theodore dallied with their sister race, the elves. The girl had delicate, pointed ears peeking out from her golden tresses, even though it was a bit longer, a reminder of her elvish heritage. There was a hint of mischief in the curve of her rose-colored lips and a glint of wide curiosity in those green, knowing eyes. However, she knew to behave when practicing with her austere grandmother.

Aside from her striking blonde hair, Mira was a replica of her father, Theodore. While Queen Nirvana had been furious and cold towards Mira, the girl unfortunately grew on her and now, she was determined to turn the youngling into a powerful weapon.

The gods had given her a second chance with Mira and she would not let her make the sake mistakes as Theodore. If only Theodore was as smart as Valerie, they would have cross-breeded and made their house more powerful. Unfortunately, Theodore choose the wrong side of cross-breeding.

While the elves have the fey ancestry trait, this means that they aren’t fey themselves, they’re just descended from them. The elves were mostly healers, and therefore seen as "weak" among other races, considering Fae have god-like powers and magic. However, what elves lacked in brute force, they made up for in archery marksmanship and cunning.

Hence, it wasn’t a total loss for Queen Maeve — she could make something useful out of Mira. Either way, she was not done with Theodore. She would find a suitable female he would marry, who would help raise Mira into a reputable and restore faith to the spring court. She would not give up.

Mira closed her eyes obediently, her small hands hovering over a pot of soil. She took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the greenhouse pulse around her.

"Good," Queen Nirvana encouraged feeling the stir in the eye. "Now, focus your energy on the seed in the soil. Imagine it sprouting, roots spreading, reaching for nourishment. Visualize it growing strong and tall."

A soft green glow began to emanate from Mira’s hands, seeping into the soil.

Slowly, a tiny sprout emerged, unfurling its leaves and reaching for the light. Slowly, a tiny sprout began to emerge, its delicate tendrils unfurling and stretching upward. Isla gasped, her eyes flying open in amazement.

"I did it, Grandmother!" she exclaimed, beaming up at her.

"Don’t rejoice, it’s just the basics." Queen Nirvana did not share the same joy as her, causing the expression to vanish from her face.

But the girl did not take it to heart, already used to her grandmother’s cold reception. If anything, she was determined to impress her grandmother and perhaps then, she would be proud of her.

"Hold that stage. I want you to grow it further," Queen Nirvana instructed firmly, her eyes fixed on the budding plant. She had no care that the exercise might be beyond Mira’s current ability. Mira bore royal blood, and because of that, she possessed great power. It was time she tapped into that.

Sweat coated Mira’s brows as she willed the plant to grow, her hands trembling from exertion. The green glow surrounding the sprout intensified, and the plant slowly continued its ascent, stretching taller and taller.

"Good, but you can do better," Queen Nirvana pressed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

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