Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 773

Chapter 773: Arrest The Chaperone

"How did all of this happen?" Andre demanded as he strode alongside one of the guards, his tone sharp with frustration. The guard, struggling to keep up with the prince’s brisk pace, recounted the events.

"The birds, Your Highness, they came out of nowhere," He explained. "They attacked the guards outside, then vanished just as quickly. It was nothing we’d ever seen before."

"Mmm." Andre made a noncommittal sound, his thoughts elsewhere as they neared the scene of the attack.

Outside, the courtyard was littered with feathers. Servants hurried to clear them away, while a few healers tended to the injured guards. Andre bent down, picking up one of the feathers. It was dark and glossy, almost unnaturally so. He held it up to the Fae light since it was night, scrutinizing it closely.

"Were there any casualties?" he asked.

"No, Your Highness," the guard replied. "No one died, thank the gods. We prioritized the royal family’s safety, sending guards to protect them immediately. The birds seemed more focused on the exterior of the palace, not the inside. Just a few minor injuries among the soldiers and some unlucky palace staff."

The guard paused, then added, "If I were to speak plainly, Your Highness, it seemed more like the birds were putting on a show than staging an attack."

Andre’s eyes narrowed. "Except it was no performance," he muttered, his frown deepening.

"What?" The guard looked at him, confusion etched across his face.

Andre bent the feather in his hand, feeling the brittle structure fold into two. "It was a fucking distraction, you moron!" He tossed the broken feather to the ground, his frustration boiling over as he stomped on it.

Without another word, Andre turned and began striding toward the palace, his mind racing. The guard followed in his wake, still trying to piece together what the prince had just realized.

"Where are you headed, my prince?" the guard asked, struggling to keep up.

He ignored the questions, asking instead, "What about Lady Islinda?" Andre’s voice was filled with urgency. "Did you check up on her?"

"Yes, she’s fine," the guard replied quickly.

But the response only made Andre halt abruptly. He turned to face the guard, his gaze intense and piercing.

"Really? She said that?" Andre’s tone was incredulous.

The guard faltered, unsure how to respond. "Not exactly her, Your Highness. But her chaperone confirmed she was fine and wouldn’t appreciate any disturbance."

For a moment, Andre just stared at the guard, his expression hardening as realization dawned on him. His instincts screamed that something was wrong.

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