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It was all her fault, her stubbornness knew no bounds. But this time it seems she was paying for it. Aldric has refused to meet her ever since that day. At first, Islinda had thought he was merely occupied with court and dealing with the aftermath of the party — which was precisely what she wanted to talk to him about — but he refused to see her. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Aldric's disappointment was palpable as he realized Elena had interrupted his precious quiet time, fueling his growing anger and impatience.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

His fangs throbbed with the urge to sink into her neck and claim her as his own. Aldric knew he couldn't resist the bond forever. Faeries were perceptive, and while they may not realize she was his mate, they could sense her significance to him. Soon, Islinda would become his undeniable weakness. But he was prepared to protect her at all costs, even if it meant facing off against his own kind. They could try to challenge him, but he would not hesitate to eliminate any threat to his mate.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Aldric's satisfaction grew as a plan began to take shape in his mind. He buried his nose in Islinda's neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent—a blend of both their essences, clean, sharp, with a hint of darkness and sweetness. He longed to lose himself in it.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

A possessive growl reverberated from Aldric's throat as memories of claiming Islinda in the presence of his court flooded his mind. While orgies were commonplace and accepted among the Fae, the idea of others witnessing his mate still unsettled him. Islinda belonged to him, and him alone. Yet, despite his reservations, there was a sense of satisfaction in having publicly marked her as his own. Her screams of desire had echoed through the Winter court, proclaiming to all that she was his in body, mind, and soul.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

It was all her fault, her stubbornness knew no bounds. But this time it seems she was paying for it. Aldric has refused to meet her ever since that day. At first, Islinda had thought he was merely occupied with court and dealing with the aftermath of the party — which was precisely what she wanted to talk to him about — but he refused to see her. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda was kneeling at the entrance of Aldric's court. She has been at it for hours and it was beginning to make them uncomfortable. They would have joined her, but the young human had demanded fiercely that this was her battle to fight and they shouldn't be part of her punishment. Now all they had to do was watch her suffer herself because the dark Fae prince was not moved by her action at all.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

"What have we have?" Someone approached with a sneer. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Hence Islinda remained stubborn and remained on the floor amid her maidservants urging her to give up the pursuit. But Islinda was determined. Yes, she might have gotten carried away with Aldric's positions and overstepped her boundaries, but he too had forgotten how driven she could be. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

With the tray of fresh food in hand, Islinda was confident she wouldn't be rejected or so she thought. They wouldn't let her in even with Aldric's food. So she begged that they served him the food instead. But minutes later, Islinda was dumbfounded when the meal was sent back to her room claiming the high lord would prefer a food cooked by the royal kitchen to hers. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda barely slept the whole night and woke even before the day broke, hoping to catch him before he got busy again. But she was refused entrance to his quarters. She tried and tried all she could, but they wouldn't let her in and even manhandled her. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

It was all her fault, her stubbornness knew no bounds. But this time it seems she was paying for it. Aldric has refused to meet her ever since that day. At first, Islinda had thought he was merely occupied with court and dealing with the aftermath of the party — which was precisely what she wanted to talk to him about — but he refused to see her. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda was kneeling at the entrance of Aldric's court. She has been at it for hours and it was beginning to make them uncomfortable. They would have joined her, but the young human had demanded fiercely that this was her battle to fight and they shouldn't be part of her punishment. Now all they had to do was watch her suffer herself because the dark Fae prince was not moved by her action at all.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Yet her thoughts weren't muddled. If anything, her purpose became clearer to her. Islinda now understood what they were waiting for, what he was waiting for. She began to walk towards him, slowly, with anticipation, even as the dancers resumed their mesmerizing spectacle. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Glaring at Aldric, who looked at her strangely, she noticed a look of anticipation on his face, as if he was waiting for something to happen. At this point, she couldn't tell if Aldric was friend or foe. If Islinda had known this gathering would be this creepy, she wouldn't have... wait a minute.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy