Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 822

Chapter 822: Sever The Bond

The grand hall was filled to capacity today. Everyone was gathered, from the most humble of ministers to the highest of lords. Those who had been absent the previous day were now in attendance, and the atmosphere buzzed with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

As always, the chatter was incessant, the various factions within the council whispering and arguing among themselves about how best to address the latest crisis facing their realm: the matter of Aldric, the prince, being mated to Islinda, a woman who, as it turned out, was a dark Fae.

The discovery had sent ripples through the court, and today’s meeting was more crucial than ever. The factions were divided, each holding its own views on how to deal with this unprecedented situation. The topics ranged from how to mitigate the potential fallout to the more extreme measures some were eager to propose.

As they were still in the middle of these heated discussions, the heavy wooden doors at the far end of the hall opened with a low groan, and King Oberon entered.

His presence alone was enough to silence the room. Perhaps it was the lesson from yesterday, or perhaps it was the sheer gravity of the situation, but every voice fell silent almost immediately.

The king’s imposing figure cut through the room like a knife, and his blue, piercing eyes scanned the crowd, assessing them one by one.

He walked with deliberate steps to his ornate golden throne, its high back and gilded armrests a symbol of his authority. Without a word, he took his seat and gestured for the meeting to begin.

At first it looked like nothing would happen with the ministers looking at one another waiting for who to start. They knew deep down that the king wouldn’t like any of their suggestions today.

Minister Ormani, surprisingly stepped forward from the line of ministers.

Clearing his throat, he began, "Your Majesty, we must acknowledge that since Aldric and Islinda are mates, there is little that can be done to separate them in the traditional sense. However," he continued, his voice taking on a darker tone, "the real concern lies in the potential for them to produce a new generation of dark Faeries. This could pose a significant threat to the realm in the future."

A hushed silence fell over the hall as his words sank in. He could feel the eyes of every lord and minister on him, gauging his next words. "Therefore," Ormani pressed on, "it is my suggestion that we take steps to ensure that Aldric cannot impregnate Islinda."

A heavy silence followed. Then, King Oberon’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You want me to castrate Aldric?" His tone was cold, almost mocking. "A prince? My own son?"

Some of the ministers groaned from the back. Of course, they knew Lord Ormani would fuck this up.

Ormani visibly paled. He hadn’t thought his suggestion through, and now he was feeling the full weight of his blunder. His mouth opened and closed as he scrambled for a response.

His tone made it clear that the previous suggestion was not only unsatisfactory but insulting. The room was still, the ministers exchanging uneasy glances, each one wary of drawing the king’s ire. freewebnσvel.cøm

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