Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: He Would Be Gentle

"Dinner has been served, my prince."

Aldric gingerly left his office, excited to meet Islinda at dinner. He has been secretly keeping an eye on her and she hasn’t left her room since then. At first, a nasty thought crossed his mind and he panicked thinking Islinda had done something stupid like taking her own life — as she often threatened — but the female Fae he sent to check up on her confirmed that she was alive but asleep.

Unknown to Islinda, Aldric had ordered that all sharp objects be removed from her room in case she had any suicidal thoughts — Aldric knew deep down he had completely obliterated her hope of leaving the Fae realm. That had been the plan and it worked well. Even the curtains could facilitate her suicide plans, however, he couldn’t bear her room completely. Hence spying on her was the only way to keep her alive.

Aldric strode into the dining hall with confidence and great anticipation only for his face to fall when there was no sign of Islinda at the table. He turned to the closest Fae with a questioning look, the Female in question dropping her eyes to the floor, shivers running down her spine. Why was Prince Aldric looking at her that way? There had been enough death and chaos today, everyone was clearly on edge.

"Where is Islinda?" He gruntled.

The Fae’s throat closed up realizing that she was the one being spoken to. She opened her mouth to speak, daring to look Aldric in his turbulent blue eyes like troubled waters and no words could come out from her lips. She stared at him like a moron with shaking hands.

Aldric sighed, rubbing his temples. Even Islinda — the source of his anger — a mere human could stand up to him, while the others were cowardly and it was beginning to grate on his scenes. He relived the fear he invoked in people, but right, he needed an answer to his fucking question.

"Lady Islinda expressed her disinterest in having dinner with you," answered one of the Fae lined up across the wall as per the custom while the prince ate.

Aldric’s vigilant gaze flickered over to her and his feet took him to her side.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

Unlike the other Fae, this other one swallowed down her fear enough to look him in the eyes while answering, "Lady Islinda expressed her desire not to join you for dinner, my prince. She claims not to be hungry."

Aldric’s nostrils flared as his ego was bruised by Islinda’s rejection and it was revealed right in front of everyone. Every Fae thought the dark Fae prince would let out a violent outburst, instead, he asked the Fae, "What’s your name?"

"Marimar, you’re in charge of this household from now on until Aurelia gets back on her feet, am I clear?" Aldric stated, waiting for an answer. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Without even realizing it, Aldric’s eyes would stare at the spot beside him where Islinda used to sit. The clink of his utensils against the plate became a solitary melody and not even the Fae in attendance dared to breathe. The tension was thick and a pervasive chill seeped into every corner and numbed the senses. Time was almost suspended and it felt like the dark Fae prince ate forever.

Suddenly, Aldric dropped his spoon, his chair making a squeaking sound as he eased back. He said to Marimar, "Serve these foods in Islinda’s room, I’ll love to have dinner there."

A sharp murmur echoed across the hall and Aldric at once hissed in disapproval. However, that was the cue they needed and Marimar, now in charge, directed every one of them what to do.

Aldric was not trying to ruin Islinda’s space. Contrary to the thoughts, the human had not eaten because he was busy presiding over Rosalind’s case and the disaster that followed. In one word, Islinda has been starving since morning. She needed to eat. Except he would not force the food down her throat; he would be gentle.

Hopefully.

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