Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891: Refugee Camp

The once bustling streets were now lined with tents and hastily constructed shelters. The air smelled of herbs and medicine as Fae healers worked tirelessly to mend the wounded. Around them, the hum of activity filled the space with wounded Faeries being tended to, children crying, and families reuniting.

Once teeming with danger, this part of the city had been rid of monsters, and now served as a refuge for the displaced Fae. Despite the dire circumstances, there was an atmosphere of relative calm and order, with rescued Fae being fed warm soup and offered blankets.

Volunteers moved through the crowd, offering comfort, and guiding those in shock to a place where they could settle down and rest. Fires burned in the center of the camp, casting a warm glow as Faeries huddled close for warmth and a sense of safety amidst the chaos.

The Fae woman who had been rescued by Islinda visibly relaxed as she realized she was among her kind. Her eyes scanned the camp, taking in the safety it represented after the terror she had just escaped. She clutched her child closer to her chest, but the fear in her eyes slowly ebbed, replaced with relief.

"You’re back," came a familiar voice.

Andre, his face a mixture of exhaustion and relief, approached Islinda. He nodded to the rescued Fae woman and her child. As soon as the Fae saw Prince Andre, she fell to her knees, her voice trembling with gratitude.

"Your Highness! Thank you! Thank you for rescuing me!"

Andre’s face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly motioned for her to stand, clearly uncomfortable with the praise being directed at him.

"You shouldn’t thank me," he said awkwardly, "It was Islinda who saved you."

The woman turned her gaze to Islinda, her eyes widening in surprise as the name registered.

"You’re Islinda?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "But you’re supposed to be...."

The words died on her lips, as if realizing she was on the verge of saying something inappropriate. But Islinda knew what she meant. The looks of shock and wariness had been the same ever since word had spread that she was now a dark Fae.

Islinda gave the woman a small, understanding smile. "You should go and rest. The others will help you settle down," she said gently, gesturing to one of the camp workers who appeared to guide the woman and her child to a safe place.

The woman bowed her head once more before being led away, still casting glances back at Islinda with a mixture of awe and confusion.

Andre, noticing the tension, stepped closer to Islinda and said softly, "Don’t take it to heart."

Islinda shrugged, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I already saw it coming," she replied, her voice calm but resigned.

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