Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Your Blessings

For the first time in his life, King Oberon wished he had daughters rather than sons. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t be dealing with this bewildering situation.

"What did you say again?" King Oberon asked, his voice tinged with disbelief as he stared at his son.

Prince Andre of the Autumn Court and Islinda knelt before the king, who sat on his throne with the most befuddled expression one could ever see on a leader.

Prince Andre responded firmly, "Islinda and I have decided to get married."

King Oberon opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him. He tried again, lifting his hand this time, yet he was completely speechless. What in the Fae was he supposed to say? He had gone from dealing with the whims of the council and the kingdom to this? At this rate, Oberon was sure that his children intended to kill him before his time.

He finally managed to ask, his question targeted at Islinda. "Is this true? You want to marry Andre? Not..." His words trailed off, heavy with implication. The silence that followed was thick with tension, both of them knowing exactly whom he meant without needing to say it.

Islinda looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She felt the weight of his unspoken question pressing down on her, the slight hope in his eyes cutting through her resolve.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have made up my mind," she answered, her voice steady but lacking conviction.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing heavy with the gravity of the moment. However, Andre looked at Islinda with a smile that said he was satisfied with her answer. He was tempted to reach out and pat her head with the words, "Well done."

King Oberon’s deep frown only deepened. He was not a powerful king for nothing, and right now, he could smell Islinda’s bullshit from miles away. However, everything was confusing. He couldn’t accuse Andre of blackmailing Islinda—it didn’t make sense. Andre wasn’t that kind of person. Moreover, why would he do that? Oberon had this nagging feeling that there was something going on between them that he wasn’t aware of.

So he said to Islinda, "If you wouldn’t mind, Islinda, I want to speak to my son."

Although he was polite, Islinda knew that he wasn’t asking. She bowed her head and stood to leave, only for Andre to grab her hand. She lifted a questioning brow, but Andre caressed the top of her palm and then brought it to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss. "I’ll be there with you shortly," he said.

Islinda saw the act for what it was—Andre putting on a show to convince his father that they had somehow fallen for each other.

Utter bullshit. Islinda felt sick to her stomach, and it took everything in her not to snatch her hand away and prove to the king how annoyed she was with this arrangement. Unfortunately, she had agreed to this.

It was her own carelessness. She had trusted Andre, and he had just thrown it in her face. Islinda had considered going to Aldric so many times in her head, but she couldn’t. It would only make everything worse. Aldric couldn’t know that she was getting married; that was the only way for Andre to live.

Although she hated Andre right now, it didn’t mean she wanted him dead. It was laughable, though—moments ago, she would have jumped at the opportunity to escape Aldric; now it seemed like a death sentence had been placed on her.

What had changed? She had completely and maddeningly fallen for the dark Fae prince. Although she would marry Andre, it was obvious that Aldric would have her heart for as long as she lived.

Once the door closed behind Islinda with a thudding finality, whatever warmth Oberon exuded moments ago vanished. He gave his beloved Andre a frigid look that could have frozen him on the spot.

"What in the Fae is going on with you? Tell me you’re joking right now."

"I’m not joking, Father," Andre lifted his gaze with a ferocity in his eyes. "Why would you think that I would be joking?"

"You—!" Oberon’s anger flared, his face reddening, veins bulging on his forehead. "Islinda belongs to your brother, Aldric!" He shouted, just in case Andre didn’t get it.

"She’s Aldric’s property, and you of all people should know how possessive he gets. Do you really want to start a fight with Aldric of all people? I already have my hands full with him and Valerie, and now you intend to add to the fray? I thought you were the smarter of them all, Andre." King Oberon was disappointed, to say the least.

"Contrary to your expectations, Father, I’m helping you out here."

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