Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Dinner

She. Hated. Aldric.

Islinda was determined to give that piece of shit hell when they met. He was going to regret ever messing with her. It was a promise! Islinda cried out mentally in the bath.

While Fae was tall and lithe, with willowy figures, delicate ears, and stunning bone structures, they were indeed vicious creatures. She must have offended Aurelia, that was the only explanation for why she instructed the new Fae to drag her to the washroom.

Islinda struggled with them but it was no use. They were so strong that she was the one being hurt in the fight for freedom, leaving her no choice but to give up. The washroom was so exquisite, but Islinda was too angry to admit it. And that was the beginning of her misery.

More Fae arrived and they filled the bathtub with hot water. It was the first time Islinda was seeing a bath of such a design but the design was simple and self-explanatory. Now that she would have been left in the dark since Aurelia and her entourage forced her into it.

For someone who was used to doing things herself, it was the most awkward experience. They wanted to bathe her. Can you imagine that, a full-grown adult like her? As expected, Islinda refused the treatment but came to discover that her opinion didn’t matter.

Islinda had no choice but to give in when it became obvious that she wasn’t going to win this bath. Hence she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth through the experience as they preened till she was plucked clean like a chicken. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

However, the experience wasn’t so bad because Islinda hasn’t felt this relaxed during a bath. The soap had such a lovely smell she wanted to inhale it and then her hair, she had never felt it this soft. What kind of sorcery had they used to tame her stubborn waves?

Even when they were done bathing, Aurelia had them move her to the dresser and Islinda sat down as they further detangled and brushed her hair. Perhaps the treatment melted away the rest of her anger because when Aurelia presented her dress for dinner, she was a doll and donned it without a fight.

The dress was the color of midnight blue and was quite simple with a tight-fitting bodice that was emphasized by the cinched corset atop the material. Islinda was not used to wearing skirts, give her a tunic and pants and she was good, not to mention that the Fae drew the laces of the corset so tight that it squeezed her lungs. No, it crushed her ribs.

"What kind of abomination is this?!" Islinda cried out, leaning against the wall while her face went red from lack of air. Was this what women experienced in the name of fashion? No, this was a torture device. Who in the world loves this? If that was the case, then women had a lot of problems.

"I am going to die." She rasped once more.

"You are not going to die," Aurelia said, turning her so she could have a good look.

"Perfect," The Fae appraised her as if she were a work of art.

Islinda was ready to throw a tantrum when she was pulled in front of the mirror and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.

"No way...." She whispered in disbelief, staring at her reflection.

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