Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 879

Chapter 879: Let The World Hear Us

King Oberon’s deep frown had been etched on his face since Valerie’s entrance, as if he too sensed something unusual about his son. However, unlike him, Queen Maeve, however, reveled in the moment, her face alight with pride.

She rose from her seat, applauding her son and stirring the crowd into a frenzy. Her presence alone was enough to intensify their excitement. Seeing their queen cheer Valerie on, encouraged the Summer Court who followed suit, their energy building as their voices rose into a rhythmic chant:

"Valerie, fire in his veins!

Strong as the sun, can’t be contained!

Blazing bright, he leads the fight,

Summer’s prince, our burning light!"

Their cheers echoed through the arena, amplifying with each stomp as they continued:

"Heat of summer, power so bold,

Prince of fire, never grows cold!

Valerie, victory’s near,

In his flames, we know no fear!"

The ground itself seemed to vibrate under their relentless stomping, and the energy of the Summer Court overwhelmed the arena. Queen Maeve, ever the mastermind, urged them on, riling them up even further, despite the fact that it was now Aldric’s turn to enter.

Islinda bit her lip in frustration. She knew exactly what Queen Maeve was trying to do—demoralize Aldric, strip him of his confidence before he even began the duel. And while Aldric was strong-willed, even he couldn’t remain unaffected by the sheer volume of support for Valerie. The tension was mounting, and Islinda’s heart sank as she watched Aldric step into the arena.

Unlike Valerie, who had arrived with pomp and grandeur, Aldric walked into the arena quietly, barefoot, his long sword dragging ominously behind him. There were no theatrics, no displays of power, just the intensity of his presence. Yet, in that moment, he seemed alone, a solitary figure against the roaring sea of Valerie’s supporters.

He hadn’t brought Maxi, his horse, for a reason. If things went south, Maxi and Issac’s priority would be getting her out of there—out of Astaria, if need be. The thought still didn’t sit right with her, but she has no choice. Their child—their heir—had to survive. The heir to the dark Fae and Winter Court had to survive, even if Aldric...

But Islinda wouldn’t let that fear consume her. Not when Aldric looked so isolated, facing the overwhelming noise of the Summer Court, his morale at risk of crumbling. Her frustration turned to rage, and that anger fueled her determination. Queen Maeve’s plan to demoralize her mate would not succeed. No one was going to break Aldric’s spirit—not while she was there.

Without a second thought, Islinda rose to her feet and stomped, her voice rising above the chaos around her. She chanted with all the strength she could muster:

"Aldric, born of ice and night,

Shadow’s son, winter’s might!

Dark and cold, strong and true,

Prince of frost, we stand with you!"

But her lone voice was barely audible amidst the overpowering cheers of the Summer Court. Frustration boiled inside her, but she quickly turned to Issac, nudging him with urgency.

"Join me," she demanded, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Aldric, born of ice and night,

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Dark and cold, strong and true,

Prince of frost, we stand with you!"

"From the shadows, through the frost,

Aldric fights at any cost!

Ice and dark, power untamed,

Victory comes with your name!"

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