Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Heart Of The City

It was obvious that something had shifted between Gabbi and Azrael. Since their heated encounter that morning, an unspoken bond had formed, settling between them like a comfortable tension.

Azrael had kept to his word, arriving at her door precisely as the servants finished dressing her for the sightseeing excursion. Gabbi had expected something simple, but the servants, working under the king’s orders, had other ideas. Despite her protests, they had meticulously dressed her in something far grander than she’d ever imagined.

The dress was a striking white gown with a draped, one-shoulder design. However, the most stunning feature was the bold, black feathered collar that draped dramatically over one side of her shoulder. The feathers were dense, layered intricately to contrast with the sleek, smooth fabric of the dress. The combination made Gabbi appear both ethereal and edgy, a mixture of grace and danger.

But there was something more to the shoulder piece than its daring design. The feathers were raven feathers, symbolic in Azrael’s culture. He was slowly incorporating her into their world, a gesture that didn’t escape Gabbi’s notice. As a human, full of curiosity, the opportunity to learn about this hidden culture fascinated her.

To think there was an entire race living beneath her nose thrilled her in ways nothing else could. Well, almost nothing else. The sex part definitely topped the list. If you know what she’s talking about.

When Azrael finally appeared, his reaction was priceless. For someone who had personally selected the dress, he stood frozen when his eyes met hers.

Gabbi caught sight of him in the mirror and grinned. "Whoever designed this ensemble deserves to be worshipped," she mused aloud, twirling a little as she admired herself. "But it unsettles me. A ravenkind must have been killed for this piece, right? So please, no more. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for genocide."

Azrael, who had been flustered by her beauty, burst out laughing. His booming laugh echoed through the room, and Gabbi’s frown deepened.

"What’s so funny?" she asked, tilting her head.

"The fact that you think we’d kill one of our own to make a dress."

"Humans kill to make theirs," she pointed out, tugging at the feathered piece. "I wouldn’t be surprised if your kind does the same. I can’t shake this vision of one of your subjects being sacrificed just for their feathers."

Azrael laughed harder, wiping away tears from his eyes. "Gods help me, you’re the best mate I could ever ask for."

Gabbi flushed at his words, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. Then she took him in for the first time. Azrael looked regal in his fur-lined attire, exuding power and authority, yet still managing to be utterly handsome. He was dangerous and magnetic all at once.

"Don’t worry," he said, breaking her thoughts. "No one died to make your shoulder piece. We have plenty of feathers for clothing. You can relax."

"If you say so." Gabbi relaxed slightly, but her eyes couldn’t help roaming over him once more. "You look good."

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