Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 911

Chapter 911: Tamry Forest

One moment, Islinda was walking in sunlight, feeling the warmth on her skin, and the next, it was as if she had stepped into another world entirely. The sky above was swallowed by ominous dark clouds that stretched endlessly over the barren land she had entered. The air felt heavier here, weighted with despair.

And yes, she was in the Tamry Forest.

To be honest, Islinda had no expectations, but she had imagined that a place called "Tamry forest" would at least have some woodland. Instead, what surrounded her was a desolate wasteland. There was nothing green here, nothing alive in the way forests were meant to be. The Tamry Forest was no forest. It was a desert.

They continued walking ahead, but Islinda’s steps grew slower as she tried to take in everything all at once. The king seemed to indulge her curiosity. That was her purpose for coming here, after all: to see what had become of the Tamry Forest as he claimed.

"There’s no green life," Islinda pointed out, though the observation was painfully obvious.

"There was once," the King of the Wraith replied. "But when you keep creatures, who unfortunately reproduce, locked away for nearly a thousand years with limited resources, this is what happens."

Islinda didn’t respond, knowing he was right. If the population of Astaria had been confined in such a manner, she imagined the outcome would have been just as dire.

"Over the years, the barrier deteriorated, and we often found gaps in it to search for resources. Some of those who ventured out returned with scraps for the people..." He looked her straight in the eyes. "But most of them never returned."

Islinda’s heart pounded in her chest as guilt washed over her. She looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze. She didn’t know much, but she remembered how the soldiers at the boundaries treated breaches in the barrier as emergencies.

They would annihilate any creature that crossed over. Islinda had never been concerned about the creatures they killed until now. Now, she realized that those creatures had only been trying to survive. For the first time, she saw things through their eyes.

They continued walking. Despite the gloom and barrenness, there was still life. Children with monstrous features ran around, their laughter defying the oppressive atmosphere. Mothers chased after them, but when Islinda passed, they pulled their children close, shielding them with wary eyes full of fear and distrust. Islinda didn’t blame them. If she were in their position, she would have done the same.

However, she noted the division in their society. It seemed the males fought the wars while the females stayed behind to care for their homes. It was different from Astaria, where females fought alongside males.

But Islinda wasn’t about to lecture the Wraith King on societal norms, especially since she was a guest here, that is if one could call it that. The wraith king had been kind enough to use the term "guest" and not "prisoner "and she wasn’t about to push her luck.

"I don’t know your name," Islinda said, breaking the silence.

"Neither do I," he replied without missing a beat.

"Islinda Grace Remington," she introduced herself, though she frowned afterward. She had just given him her full name, a lapse in judgment by Fae cultural standards, as middle names held power. But then again, she wasn’t full Fae, nor was she royalty. Her name probably meant nothing here.

"Yours?" she asked, tilting her head. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Zal’therak Xor’vanyth Thrylorr Vryn II," he said proudly, his chest puffing slightly.

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