Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 809

Chapter 809: Weird Boy

While the palace buzzed with activity and tension, with everyone embroiled in their own crises and drama, a certain little half-breed named Milo saw an opportunity.

The stable keeper had just stepped out for a short break, leaving the stables unattended. Milo, who had always dreamed of riding a horse all by himself, decided this was his moment.

He tiptoed into the stable, his heart pounding with excitement. The rich scent of hay and leather filled the air, and the soft nickers of the horses greeted him. Milo had always loved these majestic creatures, their power and grace captivating his young mind.

But until now, he had never been allowed to ride one alone. While at Aldric’s place, he was always accompanied by someone older, someone to guide and hold him steady. But Milo wanted to prove that he was strong and capable, just like any full-blooded Fae. Well, half-breed, in his own case.

He approached a horse in one of the stalls—a large, chestnut mare with a glossy coat and gentle eyes. The horse towered over him, but Milo was undeterred.

He patted her side, whispering soft words of reassurance, and then grabbed hold of the saddle. He struggled for a moment, his small frame not quite reaching the necessary height, but he managed to get a foothold.

Just as he was about to swing his leg over the horse’s back, a voice cut through the stable, startling him. "What are you doing?"

Milo jerked in surprise, losing his grip on the saddle. With a yelp, he tumbled to the ground, landing hard on his back. The fall knocked the wind out of him, and for a moment, all he could do was lay there, gasping for breath, his vision swimming.

As he blinked up at the stable roof, trying to catch his breath, a figure appeared in his upside-down view. It was a girl, bathed in the soft, golden light that filtered through the stable windows. From his position on the ground, she seemed to glow like an angel, her delicate features framed by a halo of green hair.

"What an angel," Milo murmured in a daze, his voice barely above a whisper.

The girl, however, was not amused. She stared down at the boy with a mix of curiosity and mild irritation. This foolish child had intruded on her quiet moment, and now he was lying there, mumbling nonsense.

The Fae was none other than Mira, Queen Nirvana’s granddaughter and Prince Theodore’s child. Even for a young Fae, she was sharp witted and carried herself with a grace beyond her years. However, she had little patience for the clumsiness of others, especially young foolish males like the one staring at her right now like a moron.

Mira crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Milo to recover from his fall.

"Get up," she said, her tone clipped but not unkind. "You’re making a fool of yourself."

Milo, still lying on the ground, blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head. The sight of her had left him speechless, his young heart pounding not just from the fall but from the presence of this striking girl. Slowly, he managed to sit up, rubbing his head where it had knocked against the ground.

"Who...who are you?" he asked, his voice still shaky.

Mira raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his dazed state. "None of your business."

However, it must be the hurt that flashed in his eyes, she replied simply, "I’m Mira."

"Mira," Milo repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. It sounded like the name of a princess, and in his mind, it suited her perfectly.

"What are you doing in the stables?" Mira asked, eyeing him with suspicion. "And why were you trying to ride a horse? Do you even know how?"

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