Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 848

Chapter 848: Watch You Suffer

"No, no, no, Ramirez..." Queen Maeve’s voice tore through the silence, a raw, visceral scream that echoed through the chambers.

It wasn’t just a sound; it was an agony given voice, a howl of despair capable of rousing goosebumps on anyone who heard it. The indomitable Summer Queen, the unshakable Maeve, was now reduced to a sobbing heap on the floor.

Gone was the queen who ruled with ice in her veins and fire in her hands. In her place was a female broken, shattered by the cruel finality of death. She no longer cared for decorum, for the regal pride she had carried for centuries.

She crawled toward Ramirez, pulling him into her arms, feeling the fading warmth of his body. His head lolled back, his once-bright eyes now glassy and unfocused, staring at nothing.

Maeve had built walls around her heart, cold and impenetrable, to protect herself from weakness. To her, love was vulnerability, and vulnerability was a fatal flaw.

Except when it came to Oberon. Oberon, her husband, had been her exception, but even with him, Maeve had kept parts of herself locked away. Ramirez had never been her Oberon, but he had been there for her in ways no one else had.

He had satisfied her cravings, kept her company when her bed felt too cold, and for that, he was the closest thing to solace she had allowed herself. Now, the only person who had seen her without her mask, who had understood the pieces of her no one else cared to know, was gone.

"No... this isn’t possible..." Maeve whispered, clutching him tighter, as if somehow holding him close would reverse the flow of time, would undo the horror that had unfolded before her eyes.

His body was still warm, but his chest was ruined, a gaping hole where his heart had once been. She shook him, desperate, as if shaking him could pull him back from the brink of eternity.

Aldric stood over them both, unmoved. His expression was cold, indifferent, as though Ramirez’s death meant nothing. The heart in his hand dripped with fresh blood, and Maeve’s gaze locked onto it with desperation and hope.

If she could get the heart, maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance Quern Nirvana or the royal physician could do a bit of healing and save him. Perhaps, there was a chance for Ramirez to be revived.

"Aldric, please..." Her voice broke, pleading. For the first time in her long life, Maeve begged.

Aldric looked down at her, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he realized what she was thinking. He let the heart drop to the ground, the sound of it hitting the stone floor like a death knell.

For a fleeting moment, Maeve thought she might still have a chance, but that was until Aldric’s boot came down on it with a sickening squelch. The fragile hope she had clung to was crushed beneath his heel, just like the heart that had once given life to Ramirez.

"No!" The scream that tore from Maeve’s throat was more than just grief. It was anguish, it was rage, it was the sound of a soul breaking.

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