Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 812

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Chapter 812: No Wedding Invitations

The priest, clad in traditional Fae robes adorned with the symbols of the autumn Court began the ceremony. His eyes, sharp and full of wisdom, scanned the assembly before finally resting on the couple before him. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Dearly beloved Faeries..." the priest’s voice echoed through the garden. He paused briefly, his gaze shifting slightly to acknowledge the presence of those among the crowd who did not belong to the Fae. With a clipped expression, he continued, "...and humans, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lady Islinda Grace Remington and Prince Andre Huxstabel in marriage. This is a joyous occasion, as these two souls unite to share their lives, their dreams, and their hearts."

Despite the initial tension, the Fae appeared enthusiastic. It seemed that no matter the circumstances, Faeries loved a joyous occasion, particularly one that offered an excuse to eat, drink, and dance. And dance they would, for the Fae were known for their wild and enchanting revelries.

At this point, Islinda had given up all chance of a dramatic rescue and given into the idea that she was really getting married.

Andre suddenly leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don’t fall my hands, my love. Now smile." His voice was low, but there was a commanding edge to it that left no room for defiance.

Confused by his sudden remark, Islinda nonetheless complied, forcing a smile onto her face. She giggled softly, the sound carrying a hint of nervousness, but to the onlookers, it appeared as though Andre had whispered something endearing and private, something that hinted at the passionate consummation to come. The crowd, none the wiser, assumed it was merely a tender moment between the betrothed.

The priest, satisfied with the outward show of affection, continued the ceremony. "Islinda Grace Remington and Prince Andre Huxstabel, do you come here today of your own free will to be united in marriage?"

Andre answered swiftly, his voice steady and unwavering. "Yes, I do."

Islinda turned to Andre with a slight frown of her face, finally understanding what thay move had been for. He was subtly reminding her that she couldn’t back down now incase she was having ideas. After all, there was a mass assembly of people at their wedding that she might be tempted to ask for help —not that the deal would let her to. But he was just making sure.

Then eveyone turned to Islinda, waiting for her response. When a minute passed by and she hadn’t said a word, it brought by a nervous tension in the air. The whole guest began to murmur wondering if by chance the human was being married against her will. King Oberon has the most frown on his face. Till now, he couldn’t understand what had pushed Islinda to decide to marry Andre.

Islinda had intentionally remained silent, wanting Andre to squirm a little before she gave in. It was her own form of rebellion. A way to punish Andre to think he could control her. And then just when the murmurs reached a crescendo and guests were sure she would come clean, she blinked with a sickly sweet smile, "of course, I do."