Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 810

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Chapter 810: Crash A Wedding

The king’s elite guards stood unwavering, their expressions hard and unyielding, as they guarded the entrance to the Quiet Room. Their eyes were sharp and alert, scanning every inch of the space before them. Two of them stood directly in front of Prince Aldric’s cell, while the rest blocked the entrance to the corridor, forming a nearly impenetrable barrier.

No one, not even a shadow, could slip past these guards without being detected. They were the king’s most trusted warriors, trained to withstand every threat and danger that might arise. They had not moved an inch since their shift began, standing tall and resolute. It was not just their duty, it was their pride as the king’s elite on the line.

Hours passed with nothing but the distant dripping of water from the rock breaking the silence. But then, a sudden clashing of swords echoed from beyond the corridor. The guards tensed, their hands instinctively gripping their swords. It was a sound of battle that should not have been heard within these walls.

Yet, they held their ground. Lesser men might have abandoned their posts to investigate, but these guards knew better. They had been prepared for any diversion, any ploy that might be used to draw them away.

The heavy door at the end of the corridor burst open, and the guards immediately lunged forward, prepared to cut down anyone who dared breach their position.

They anticipated an attack, especially from Aldric’s followers. The prince was notorious for his cunning afterall.

But to their surprise, no enemy charged at them. Instead, a small, strange-looking black ball rolled across the floor, coming to a stop just in front of their feet. The guards exchanged a confused glance, their expressions shifting from readiness to unease as the realization hit them—this was no ordinary object.

"Move!" one of them shouted, but it was too late.

The device exploded with a deafening roar, throwing the guards back with a violent force that sent them crashing against the stone walls. Smoke and debris filled the air, and the once still and silent corridor erupted into chaos.

Through the smoke, a small army of fighters charged in, led by Issac. His men moved as planned, subduing the stunned guards with well-placed strikes. They worked quickly, incapacitating the guards without inflicting lethal harm, knowing full well the line they were treading. Killing the king’s elite guards would be seen as a declaration of war, and neither Issac nor his men were foolish enough to invite such wrath.

Issac made his way to the heavy iron door of the Quiet Room. He knew that even with the door breached, they would need the key to free Aldric. The guards had been wise enough to give the key to another member that was not with them, ensuring that even if they were overrun, Aldric would remain trapped.

But Queen Nirvana’s network of spies had been attentive, and Issac, who had once served in the king’s army, knew their tactics inside out. He’d already tracked down the key’s location, circumventing the king’s security measures with relative ease.

As he unlocked the door, Issac braced himself, half expecting to find Prince Aldric slumped against the wall, weakened and defeated by his time in the torturous cell. But when the door swung open, he was met with an entirely different sight.

Aldric sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, his back against the wall and his head tilted back in casual contemplation. He didn’t look like a Fae who had spent nearly a day in a prison designed to break the strongest of wills. He looked bored.