Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Prince Of Manipulation

The princes did not die.

Nor did they remain frozen forever.

Valerie was the first to begin to unfreeze himself. Everyone watched with awe as his frozen self began to glow with a heated orange color and water leaked out onto the floor. It dawned on everyone that the prince was melting the ice from the inside and soon enough Valerie broke free, shaking away what was left.

As soon as Valerie was free, his eyes searched for her, and when he saw her, let out a relieved sigh. He had barely taken a step towards her when everyone heard the unmistakable sound of ice cracking.

Unlike Valerie who freed himself slowly and carefully, Aldric’s freedom was instantaneous and callous. Wickedly sharp icicles shattered across the room with the force of him breaking free, the shards flying around as Faeries screamed and went on the defense.

The princes were not the ones with powers and the Faeries protected themselves with it, unlike a certain human. Islinda saw her life flash before her eyes as one of the large icebergs flew toward her. She couldn’t even make a move, her feet stuck to the ground.

All she did was scream and instinctively bring her hand up to shield her face, anticipating the impact - which never came. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were shut for a while until she realized nothing happened.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Valerie’s outstretched hand and a puddle of water at her feet. Islinda let out a shaky breath as she realized what happened. Valerie saved her life. He melted the icicle before it could reach her.

Heart filled with relief, she was tempted to run over to Valerie and give him a hug of gratitude only to see the Fae prince fall to his knee with his head lowered, and said, "Your majesty,"

"Huh?" Confusion filled her brain until Islinda looked around and realized that every single Fae in the room had adopted the same pose, including Aldric.

The great Aldric?!

And she was the only one standing.

Islinda swallowed, talk about awkwardness.

Islinda did not dare look at what, or rather, who awaited her, instead, she fell to her knees and bowed her head to the ground, refusing to look up. Islinda was not entirely stupid and had made the connection that the Fae with the booming voice must have been the one Valerie referred to as his majesty. If Valerie was the prince, then his majesty was the king.

She was in the same room with the king of the Faeries. A lump formed in her throat and refused to go down. This was it, her life was finally coming to an end.

"All rise." The king commanded with authority.

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