Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 239: Aldric Got Violent

Chapter 239: Aldric Got Violent

Islinda was never claustrophobic, but now she felt the walls closing in on her. The buzz inside her head was deafening, the air thinning with every breath she took. Islinda thought that she was okay, but she was not. How did her life change so quickly? How did it take a dip from bad to worse?

She couldn’t stay any seconds more in that room and staggered out into the hallway, too disoriented to figure out where to head. Aldric made her feel special only to drag her back to reality harshly. The evolving feelings she had for him sickened her. If she happens to feel any ounce of affection for him, how does that make her any different from Rosalind?

Islinda thought Rosalind foolish for having feelings for a monster - one that would never return the feelings and her other plan had been making the Fae see Aldric wasn’t worth the trouble. Yet, she got attracted to the same Fae. She was nothing but stupid. Like a moth to a flame, she willingly walked into trouble.

"Islinda!" Someone shouted from behind just as she slid down to the floor out of exhaustion.

"Islinda," The voice called again and speaking of the devil, Rosalind’s face appeared in the line of her vision. The world felt like a distance and Rosalind’s voice dulled like it was submerged in water. But Islinda blinked, rousing out of the haze.

"Rosalind..." Her breath was labored.

"My lady," She addressed her properly this time when her gaze focused on her, panic in her voice as she asked, "What happened?"

Then her eyes widened as she glanced down at the area where there was bruising.

"W–what.... " She trailed, stunned.

"Aldric happened," Islinda confessed, watching the way her expression fell.

"How?" She finally spoke up after a momentary loss of words, "Aurelia told me Prince Aldric would be taking care of your needs and I thought to come and check up on you in case you needed anything only to find you in this state."

Or perhaps you came to spy on our activities, Islinda kept the thought to herself. This was not the time to judge the female Fae, not to mention she was the guilty party here.

"Come, we need to see Zaya. She would do something about the bruising," Rosalind said, helping her to her feet.

Islinda grimaced at the thought of going to meet the healer. She just left the Fae’s infirmary less than an hour ago, only to return. She doubted Zaya had treated any other Fae since her arrival here, unlike her who was fast becoming a regular patron. It irked her in a kind of way. In a world ruled by powerful creatures, she was nothing and her human vulnerability was beginning to get at her.

If Islinda was strong enough, she would have been able to fight Aldric off when he attacked her and wouldn’t need to visit Zaya at the slightest injury. It was embarrassing. Perhaps, it was stupid of her to reject the soul swap Valerie initiated. She would be stronger in that body and would be freed from Aldric but at someone else’s expense.

By the gods, why did she have to be so kind-hearted? Her nature was not suitable for living with the deceitful Faeries at all. If she had been much stronger, she wouldn’t have been affected by Aldric this way.

There was nothing but tense silence as she and Rosalind walked on. She still owed the Fae an explanation for that scene where she walked in on her sleeping in Aldric’s bed. There was no doubt Rosalind suspected she and Aldric had slept together. Thankfully, it has not happened, yet. And would never happen.

After the incident today, Islinda was determined to get her head straight and put the plan into motion. Simply steal the medallion and get the hell out of this realm. Aldric was a big distraction and has sidetracked her enough. The faster she executes this plan, the safer she will be for when he loses his mind again.

There was a mutual understanding between her and Rosalind as they understood the hallway was not a place for conversations. They arrived at the infirmary in no time.

"My lady," Zaya was surprised, "Why are you here? I thought they said the prince was taking care of your needs...." The Fae trailed off, her mouth agape in shock as her gaze landed on her bruised neck.

"The good gods," Zaya gasped, the shock replaced with bewilderment, "I heard Prince Aldric was a monster in bed, but my lady, don’t tell me he really did to you while the both of them were lost in passion," She brought up a hand to her mouth.

While Islinda’s jaw fell open, Rosalind flinched, feeling the impact of the statement as if she had been slapped in the face. Islinda recovered in mere seconds and turned to look at Rosalind, noticing her indifferent face yet there was a tick in her jaw.

"Nothing of such nature happened," Islinda quickly launched into explanation, looking at Rosalind with frantic eyes, "He just teased me, that’s all." Although if they were to look at the word "teasing" figuratively, it hinted at "such nature"

By the gods! Islinda was flustered.

"Nothing happened between us! We just argued and Aldric got violent resulting in the bruises. I guess I made him quite mad," Islinda explained with a set jaw even if that was practically a lie.

What was she going to tell Rosalind? That her lover performed oral sex on her. It was enough trouble that the whole Fae staff assumed she had a sexual relationship with the prince and kicked Rosalind out of her position, she didn’t want her sexual escapades out in the open.

Islinda was more worried that the news would spread outside this castle and get to Valerie’s ear. While she was no longer together with him, Islinda still cared what the summer Fae prince thought of her and she knew he would never approve of it. It would be a disaster.

"If you say so then, my lady. Come, let’s heal that nasty bruise and hope you and the prince don’t get into another intense argument."

That is if there will be a next time.