Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 841

Chapter 841: Control

Aldric decided that it was enough terror for one day after their final trip to the last high lord’s estate. Although they had done no real harm, aside from landing in various high lords’ homes, causing enough commotion to leave several faeries injured, the chaos they left behind made Islinda feel guilty.

The faces of the wounded flashed in her mind, stirring guilt in her chest as Straggler, their monstrous Ka’er, flew them away. She leaned against Aldric’s chest, nestled in his arms as the wind whipped through her hair. Yet, despite her remorse, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sort of thrill. After last night’s dream, this experience made her feel alive.

But as Straggler began to descend into a barren land, any lingering guilt Islinda felt quickly vanished, replaced by confusion.

Straggler landed on the blackened, scorched earth, the massive creature grunting in satisfaction before letting them down.

Islinda stepped off the Ka’er, her boots sinking into the ashy, desolate ground. She blinked, looking around in disbelief. Unlike Astaria’s lush green landscapes or the vibrant colors of Fae lands, this place was dead. A wasteland, devoid of life.

She turned to Aldric with bewilderment. "What is this place?"

Aldric, who had already dismounted Straggler, stood beside her, his expression unreadable. His eyes seemed to harden as he surveyed the land. "This is what remains of the Night Court."

Islinda’s breath hitched, her stomach twisting as her gaze swept across the barren expanse. Charred remains of trees littered the landscape, with not a single sign of greenery or growth. It was as if the life had been sucked out of the very soil, leaving behind nothing but ruin. The idea that anything could once have thrived here seemed impossible.

"This is the Night Court?" she whispered, unable to comprehend the wasteland before her.

A surge of anger flared in her chest. "They expect you to start a kingdom here?" She turned to Aldric, her voice raw with disbelief. "You’d be king of nothing. This land is dead!"

Aldric’s lips curved into a smirk, surprising her. "You think this is the Night Court?"

Islinda frowned, confusion deepening. "I don’t understand."

"This," Aldric gestured around them, his voice taking on a conspiratorial edge, "is merely the entrance, love. It’s a deception, a façade meant to keep others away. Or perhaps remind others what happens when you go down the dark path. Come on, I’ll show you the real Night Court."

Straggler let out a low growl, clearly displeased with being left behind, but Aldric ignored the creature’s grumbling.

"Stay here," he commanded the beast. Straggler huffed but soon busied itself with a small bird it had caught mid-flight.

Islinda followed Aldric and It didn’t take long before the scenery began to change. Slowly, the dark, desolate ground gave way to signs of life. In the distance, tall walls and towering structures began to emerge, hidden behind an illusion that had shielded the true heart of the Night Court.

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