Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Serving The Cruel Prince

"Everything is set, master," Isaac said, bowing his head to Aldric and staying that way, waiting for his approval.

Aldric was seated at his desk in his study and stared at his supposed second-in-command with a calculating look, tapping his finger on the wood.

"You’re sure he would be there," Aldric needed to be sure, considering he heard rumors his brother dearest had taken camp in his chambers and wouldn’t step out.

"I’m sure about it," Issac’s jaw was set, his voice thin and firm. Even a blind Fae could tell that Aldric was up to no good. He should be stopping this, not encouraging it. Unfortunately, he has to serve the dark prince.

"Good. You may leave now, I’ll handle the rest." Aldric waved him off.

Issac had only taken two steps when he stopped abruptly and turned to the fae.

"Is anything the problem?" Aldric asked with an arch of a brow, a silent challenge in his eyes and daring Issac to go up against him.

Aldric knew he didn’t have Issac’s total loyalty, and the fae doesn’t like his way of doing things, but it was not like he had any choice. Adric didn’t care. Issac has to embrace his new reality or risk being "taken care of". Aldric has no room for distraction. It was either you were with him or against him, there’s no two ways about it.

He said, "The king would be there,"

Aldric’s lips curled up when he got the message, "Do you suddenly care about me? How touching." He teased him, knowing that was not the case.

Issac glared at him, "I’m just saying not to do anything that would implicate the rest of us! If you plan treason against the crown, we would be executed alongside you ...." He trailed off when he realized that this was no way to speak to his master and one that was of royalty. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

He sighed, giving him a pleading look,

"Just don’t implicate innocent Faeries. Some of us have families that can’t do without us." Issac swallowed, lowering his eyes to the ground, and waited patiently for his punishment. There was no way the famed cruel prince would let him go after his insolent behavior.

So when the squeaking sound of the chair being pushed back echoed across the study, his pulse picked up and his heart began to race. Issac didn’t dare to look up as Aldric stalked towards him, sweat forming on his forehead. This was it, the cruel prince was about to deal with him.

"Look up." The prince ordered, but his body wouldn’t comply with the order as it remembered their encounter the other time in the human realm. Issac couldn’t forget the way Aldric had gotten into his head and almost melted his brain from the inside out. That had been the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. And now, it was about to repeat.

Maxi saved him the other day, no one was saving him this time. At least, he would die and be saved from the guilt of helping this mad prince destroy the Fae realm with his warring.

"Look at me!" He barked at him.

Aldric cleared his throat, rousing his attention and he straightened up.

"Check on the carriage and inform Maximus not to scare our human guest."

Issac signed, "I’m hundred percent sure she would flop that particular rule. She has been yapping all day on how excited she’s to meet the human."

"The human is not one of her toys, she’s mine," Aldric said with a ferocity that made Issac raise a brow.

Possessive much? That seems to be an innate trait of the dark Fae. At least the ones he knows of.

He couldn’t stand another second in the room, so Issac bowed his head and said, "I’ll get the message across, then."

And with that, he slipped out of the study with great relief. But his face fell when he realized he was about to go deal with a certain horse shifter.

Only the gods would help him survive tonight.

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