Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 142: The Plan Backfired

Chapter 142: The Plan Backfired

Islinda gave up holding a conversation with Aldric. Talking with him was taking a huge toll on her mental health. He was driving her crazy!

Shaking her head in disappointment, Islinda was about to turn the other way when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Islinda attempted to pull away but he tightened his grip, threatening to pull her out of her seat if she struggled further. Hence, she let him be.

"I’ll answer you." He said, still holding onto her hand and bringing it to rest on the seat’s arm while she gave him a wary look.

Aldric told her, "The wine distracts me."

"A lot of things distract you." Islinda retorted, hinting at the obvious.

Aldric chuckled, the sound of his rich laughter sending shivers down her spine. She would love it if he laughed often, but it did weird things to her body, so no. No laughter.

"You have no idea," Aldric said with a low, husky voice and to make things worse, his thumb subtly stroked the top of her palm and she flushed hot from head to toe.

She should take her hand off now but the intensity of Aldric’s caught her off guard and she’s unable to look away as if ensnared by his charm.

He continued, "I have no idea what I would do if left to my devices. The war kept me active, but now, I need something else to keep me grounded. Something stronger."

His eyes darkened as he spoke, the sight of his beautiful sea-blue eyes drawing her in while peeking into her soul. Her chest heaved as her heart began to gallop and Islinda did not even realize she was leaning closer until a sudden thud stirred her from the haze and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Looking around in confusion, Islinda realized that the thud was caused by Aurelia serving the dishes on the table. Whether she did that on purpose or not, Islinda would thank her later.

"What the hell?" She abruptly let go of Aldric’s hand and retreated further to her seat, glaring at him.

"What did you do to me?" She shot him accusing looks.

Islinda could swear, one moment she was intrigued by his story and somehow felt sympathy for him, and the next, she had no idea what happened. He had somehow enchanted her or something. This just showed she could never trust this asshole.

Instead of answering, Aldric shook his head, laughing sardonically, "Your emotions would be the death of you."

Islinda flushed red in embarrassment and it took everything in her not to break down in tears. Why did he have to be so nasty and toy with her emotions like this?

With her chin raised in defiance, Islinda blinked back the tears and dug into her meal. All she had to do was plot her escape. Once she got her hands on that medallion, all of this would be over and she would start her life where no one knows her. Not even Aldric would be able to find her.

Islinda motivated herself and was able to get over the feeling of disappointment, now plotting how to get Aldric and Rosalind together. Having kept mute since Aldric’s prank on her, she said, "How does the wine taste? I want a drink."

"No..." Aldric saw her reaching for it and tried to take it away but she was faster and intentionally pushed the cup so it fell and the content spilled over the table and on Aldric’s pants.

Islinda jerked up to her feet, "I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to..." She pretended to be flustered at the scene, then turned to the staff, "Hurry up, get a towel for the prince!" She ordered.

An unfamiliar Fae was the first to step forward but the deadly look Islinda gave her made her shudder and she moved back, wondering what she had done wrong.

With impressive eye language, Islinda signaled Rosalind to make a move and thankfully, the Fae was quick to catch on right away.

"Yes, my lady," Rosalind bowed her head.

How a towel materialized out of thin air was none of Islinda’s business, rather she was absorbed in her acting and more interested in the outcome of her plan.

"My prince," Rosalind came over to Aldric and had already lowered herself to wipe away the stain that was shockingly close to his crotch when he said,

"Give it to her."

"Huh?"

At first, Islinda was confused, thinking he was referring to the first Fae that had stepped out to clear the mess, only for Rosalind to stand upright and Aldric’s eyes collided with hers and held.

"Give the towel to her." Aldric was talking to her.

"No!" Islinda was abhorred, staring at the towel like it was a thing of horror.

"No?" Aldric raised a brow, "Didn’t you say you are sorry? If you made a mess, shouldn’t you clean up?" He sounded threatening even though his face showed no emotion.

Islinda swallowed nervously, what was she going to do? This was supposed to create small moments for Aldric and Rosalind, after all, love was spontaneous and occurs in the strangest of places. In one word, Instead of fanning the flames of desire for Aldric and Rosalind, she spurred the flames of doom for herself.

"Why aren’t you talking, little human? Cat got your tongue?" He teased her, his smile sly and unkind.

Islinda looked towards Rosalind, biting down on her lips. It seems every of her plans to bring the both of them together backfires at her and she must feel so horrible inside. Having no other choice, Rosalind handed out the towel to her and Islinda stared at it conflicted.

She could run but how far could she go before Aldric uses his wretched magic on her? But then, wiping the stain on his pants, the position was intimate, and with what happened between them lately.... This was just cruel! Couldn’t he let me catch a break?

Aldric sighed dramatically, "I wish someone knew this was winter and my pants drenched. Aww, so cold."

Islinda reluctantly reached for the towel, almost shrieking when her finger brushed the fabric as if it bit. She held out the towel with the tip of her finger, her gaze flickering over to Aldric who sat comfortably in his seat like a king waiting to be served.

A sudden imagination hit Islinda, of her on her knees and wiping away the stain on his pants only for her hand to brush across his crotch and his thing came alive. The thought was so real that she dropped the towel and ran out of the hall screaming at the top of her lungs while Aldric made no effort to stop her.

If anything, a smile crossed his features. The little birdy was quite cute and she was one grand distraction.