Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 919

Chapter 919: Not A Weak Prince

The soldiers moved as one, their heavy steps synchronized. Their faces were grim, eyes forward, and expressions unyielding as they traversed the desolate terrain. The air was thick with tension, the kind that always clung to the lead-up of a major battle, and not a word passed between them. They were a solid line, a single unit moving forward in perfect unison, each soldier locked in his duty. Except the perfect harmony was shattered in an instant.

It started with a low, ominous sound, and a distant rush of air, that was barely perceptible at first, but grew louder with each passing second. The first soldier at the front raised his head, his eyes narrowing as he felt something shift in the air. His gaze shot upward, and then his entire body went rigid, his face drained of color. A shadow cast over him, sweeping across the group. His mouth went dry, and his breath caught in his throat. His hand shot out to his nearest comrade, tugging at his arm as he tried to speak.

"Look!" he whispered in horror. The words barely left his lips before the second soldier looked up, then a third, until the entire front line followed their gazes. A murmur of disbelief rippled through the ranks as the massive shape blocked out the sun, its wings creating an unnerving silence in the air as they flapped. The shadow passed overhead, and a collective gasp followed.

"Oh fuck!" a soldier cursed at the sight. He ducked, his body instinctively hunching down. The others followed suit in rapid succession, their heads lowered and bodies crouched in the hopes of avoiding whatever had cast such a terrifying shadow.

The creature above them had great, leathery wings with ragged feathered edges, so vast that they seemed to block out the sky. The soldiers had all seen it before, but even now, the sight of Straggler, Aldric’s infamous ka’er, still filled them with dread.

The beast was no mere pet but a living nightmare. With each beat of its wings, the ground seemed to tremble, the air thickening with the heavy power that came from the creature’s sheer size and strength.

On top of the ka’er, sat Prince Aldric, his dark silhouette against the beast’s towering form. His eyes gleamed with the kind of confidence that only came from knowing the terror he commanded.

As Straggler flew over the soldiers, Aldric’s lips twisted into a smirk. He looked down at the cowering soldiers with amusement in his gaze.

"Good one, boy," he muttered, scratching Straggler’s scale affectionately. The ka’er let out a low, satisfied rumble, its massive body vibrating with pleasure at the praise.

Aldric, having completed his scouting mission, steered Straggler towards a nearby clearing, where the others waited. Issac and Prince Theodore stood by their horses, the only ones unaffected by the sight of the creature.

As Straggler landed with a graceful thud, a wave of dust stirred in the air. Issac and Theodore both glanced at the beast with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

Aldric dismounted with ease. His boots hit the ground with a soft thud, and he straightened, his eyes scanning the area before settling on the two men.

"He kept to his word," Aldric announced. "All of his armies moved out of the city."

Today was the day of negotiations with Zal’therak, king of the Wraiths. Aldric had demanded the Wraiths move out of the city before any talks could begin, and now, as they stood at the outskirts, it was time to see whether the meeting would bring peace or further conflict.

Issac turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "So he’s trustable?"

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