Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840: King’s Duty - 2

Several ministers shifted uncomfortably, guilt etched across their faces. Many had inherited their positions through family connections rather than through any merit of their own. They knew the king’s words cut deep, and they had no defense.

"If you’re so sure of my incapacity to lead," Oberon said, his tone a dark challenge, "you are free to challenge me for the throne."

As his words echoed in the chamber, the temperature in the room began to plummet. Frost formed on the walls, and the air grew so cold that the breath of the gathered lords misted in the air.

Oberon might be old but his mastery over ice magic was legendary, and today he was reminding them just how powerful he was. The only one rumored to rival him in power was Aldric —and only because Aldric wielded both ice and shadow magic.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Oberon asked, his voice cutting through the cold.

Silence fell over the room. No one dared to speak, not after the king’s display of power.

"If you are still interested in withholding lands," Oberon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I suggest you take it up with the future Dark Fae King. I’m sure that will be an enlightening conversation. Have a pleasant day."

With that, Oberon turned and stormed out of the hall, his cape trailing behind him while the ministers and lords watched him leave with stunned expressions.

For years, they had believed Oberon to be a king easily manipulated by Queen Maeve’s influence. But today, they had seen the truth. Oberon was no puppet, and his patience had run out. The game had changed, and none of them had seen it coming.

King Oberon strode into his chambers after the tense council meeting with anger. Two servants were already waiting for him, their heads bowed, ready to assist him in undressing from his formal royal attire.

Lennox, his trusted aide and longtime confidant, stood by the hearth, his presence as reliable as ever. His sharp eyes took in Oberon’s expression, reading the tension in his king’s posture as the servants moved forward to relieve him of his cape and crown.

Oberon, without a word, raised his arms, allowing the servants to remove the heavy, fur-lined mantle from his broad shoulders. The familiar routine grounded him, giving him a brief moment to transition from the weight of his crown to the simple reality of being just a Fae again. Albeit a man with more power than anyone in Astaria.

Once freed of the outer layers of his regalia, Oberon spoke, his voice low and tired, "Where is Aldric?"

Lennox moved closer, his tone casual yet respectful as he answered, "Your son is on a date, Your Majesty. With Islinda." A small grin crossed his lips as he added, "On top of their new friend and ride, Straggler."

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