Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Too Late

If eyes were the windows to the soul then they were linked on a soul level in an extraordinary way. The both of them should have broken away after the save, but there was an intense connection where the both of them felt deeply drawn together.

The eye contact was intense and Islinda felt nostalgic as she remembered the times they spent together. Her hand raised of its own accord and she placed it on his face, stroking his chiseled feature that seemed to be cut out of paper.

The emotions rushed over and her eyes filled with tears. It dawned on Islinda with a startling realization that she missed the Fae. Though angry at him for hiding his identity from her, she missed him greatly. The past few days have been so terrible that she needed a breather.

How did the both of them get to this point? Had he missed her too or did he forget all about her as soon as he came to the Fae realm and resumed his princely duties? fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Valerie...." She mumbled his name, the full intensity of their gaze meeting rendering her breathless. Sparks flew between them and the sexual tension thickened. When the arm holding her waist trailed up, her body nearly melted into liquid gold.

"Young miss..." Valerie whispered, and her brows furrowed in confusion. What the.... Oh. Islinda finally remembered.

Valerie’s expression flickered, catching himself as he broke out of the spell. He straightened up, raising her with him and Islinda stumbled back slightly.

Her senses swarm, what just happened now? Then she reached for the necklace resting on her skin and recalled Valerie couldn’t see past the glamor. He couldn’t tell that she was Islinda which was both a relief and a disappointment.

She had no idea what Aldric hoped to achieve by pushing her into his arms, but Valerie didn’t know it was her, so he might be safe. Islinda had a feeling Aldric planned to rub holding her prisoner on Valerie’s face. Islinda had no idea if fighting was allowed in the palace because it was obvious one would break out.

At the same time, Valerie failed her expectations when he didn’t recognize her. He had promised her in the human realm that he would always find her. Doesn’t he recognize her voice or did the glamor take that away as well? Not that she could blame him. He left her in the human realm, how could she be the Fae in his arms?

Valerie stepped back, "You’re safe now, miss. You should be careful when walking though." He stepped back and Islinda realized that he was reflecting his elegant and graceful upbringing and status. Princes are expected to uphold their royal roles with poise and grace. Valerie was being "polite" to her.

The realization left a sour taste in her mouth and Islinda gave him pleading looks when he turned to leave. Queen Maeve was staring at the both of them with a highly suspicious face and her eyes dropped to the ground. Perhaps it was because the Fae was the queen but she greatly unnerved her.

Tears stung her eyes when Valerie left, but she blinked them back and almost turned to return to Aldric whom She was giving death glares, only to hear from behind, "Would you love to offer me a dance though?"

Islinda recognized the voice and turned to Valerie with awe. That was unexpected and her soul seemed to jubilant at the thought of it.

"O-of course, my prince." She had to stop the crushing and the harmless butterflies fluttering in her belly to focus on the task at hand, "You saved me from the disgraceful fall, how could I deny you a dance?"

He smiled brightly and Islinda nearly forgot to breathe. His never-ending radiance was one of the things that drew her to Valerie unlike the other Fae with a darkness, devoid of hope. Thank the gods who sent Valerie her way first and not him. Islinda could not imagine falling for a Fae without love, her future would be so bleak.

Valerie extended his hand to her and Islinda placed her hand on his. The orchestra began to play a romantic song and he drew her out onto the dance floor. There was no other couple, just them, and her heart fluttered with both nervousness and excitement as they swayed together in front of everyone.

Islinda was no expert in dancing, she was a village girl anyway who was more interested in putting food on the table and learning survival skills, instead of wasting time on trivial things. But on the floor, she seemed to have nimble grace and wondered if the necklace was responsible for it. It frightened her greatly that Aldric seemed to have planned out everything and that she was falling right into his snares.

"What’s your name?" The question woke her from the thoughts.

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