Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 187: She Was Twisted Too

Chapter 187: She Was Twisted Too

"Good morning,"

"Morning."

That was the only conversation Islinda had with Aldric as she settled down for breakfast. Not that there was much to say with the dark prince going through a parchment in his hand and sipping his wine with the other.

If there was anything Islinda learned about Aldric, it was that he was an alcoholic, not that he showed any signs of being intoxicated. To Aldric, he might as well be gulping down water thanks to his amazing Fae gene, she was so not jealous!

Aside from that, there was a subtle tension in the air and it was as a result of the eye-opening conversation she had with him last night. The dark prince does not care about her, consumed instead with the desire to sit on the throne of Astaria. To him, she was merely a ticket to secure the title he claimed was stolen from him. So she would stay out of his way and quietly plot a way to get out of here - out of his control.

In one word, Islinda was determined not to talk to Aldric and keep her distance until she looked at the meal that she had been served and frowned. The first dish in front of her was some sort of porridge and while it looked delicious, it was unfamiliar to her. And so were most of the other dishes on the table, the salad and fruit, being the only ones she recognized.

"What is this, please?" Islinda broke her oath of silence almost immediately. She bet it was Aurelia trying on new recipes, but this was not how she was usually served. Normally, one unfamiliar meal was introduced while she enjoyed the ones she was used to eating. They eased her into it gently and if she loved the new recipe, they added it to her diet. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case this time.

Aldric lowered the parchment and stared at the deep scowl on her face before taking in the food she gestured at.

"Oh, that. Sorry, I forgot to tell you last night but I had the healer check up on you for any underlying illness while you were unconscious and it came to her attention that you had excessive iron in your body, which I heard can be quite lethal to the human body. So we would be weaning you off meat, fish, and poultry. Basically, anything that is a source of iron at the moment. "

"That is outrageous, I know my body and I don’t feel unwell.." Islinda protested but when she saw Aldric’s unyielding expression, she decided to change her stance.

She wrapped her arms across her chest, "You can not just make such drastic changes to my diet without my opinion." Islinda stated.

"I clothe and feed you, Islinda, I believe I don’t owe you any explanation when everything I do is for your well-being," Aldric claimed, dropping the parchment now and trying to intimidate her with his stern expression.

"Exactly, I’m breathing, a living being with opinions and not a doll. I have the right to know what you intend to do with my life, even if it’s for my welfare or not. After all, no one decides for you anyway," She sassed.

Adric smiled sarcastically, "Of course, no one decides for me because I am the master of this place and you live under my roof, so you obey my rules, do you get it?!" He commanded her with great authority.

Islinda scoffed, "Fuck you."

He said, "Now, tell me, Islinda, would you rather be a good human and eat your food or would you gladly starve?" Aldric gave her options, confident she would choose the right one.

"Well, what do you think?" Islinda gave him a smile that did not touch her eyes before she abruptly stood to her feet, her chair releasing a loud squeak that echoed across the hall.

"Enjoy your meal alone, Prince Aldric, the great provider." She spat, her words thick with sarcasm, and turned to leave.

Islinda took only three steps when she felt a sharp pain in her head. She let out a loud groan and bent over, grabbing her head as it felt like someone was clawing at her brain. With effort, she spared a heated look at Aldric, knowing this was his doing. He was trying to get into her head. Fuck! She should have badgered Issac to teach her how to keep Aldric out of her head.

"Stop it!" She begged him, whimpering from the pain.

But Aldric sat ramrod straight in his seat with an indifferent expression as he continued to torture her with his mental power.

Tears streamed down Islinda’s face as she felt her head was going to explode from the intrusion. It was too much.

Suddenly, she heard his command clear as day in her head.

[Come and sit down, Islinda]

Almost immediately, she felt her body reacting to his command and tried to fight it but ended up overexerting herself instead, her nose bleeding from the effort.

Islinda obediently walked over to the dining table, without her being in control and sat down, facing Aldric. The feeling of being helpless and unable to control her body made her feel so much rage she glared at Aldric. There was no doubt she wanted to murder him at that moment. Using his wretched powers on her made her feel so violated.

"Do you know?" Aldric started, unaffected by her fierce gaze, "Humans are the most disobedient creatures ever created. Do this and yet they would not. I’m surprised your maker hasn’t wiped your race out already." He laughed at the end, not that it was funny to Islinda.

She watched as Aldric suddenly stretched his hand towards her and wiped her nosebleed with his thumb. Instead of cleaning the blood with the napkin on the table, he put his thumb into his mouth and sucked it instead.

Islinda was supposed to be repulsed at the sick action, he licked her blood for crying out loud. But the enraptured look on his face as if her blood was the most delightful thing he had ever tasted and the moan that left his lips reverberated through her and a thrill raced down her back.

Perhaps, she was as twisted as the mad Fae in front of her.