Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 514: Queen Nirvana’s Order —1

Chapter 514: Queen Nirvana’s Order —1

As Ralphie observed the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a chilling realization dawned upon him: Islinda was not human. With each precise and brutal blow she landed on the fae officer, it became evident that her strength far exceeded that of a mere mortal. To the untrained eye, it may have appeared as though she had merely caught the officer off guard, but Ralphie, seasoned in the art of assassination, recognized the calculated precision and immense power behind each strike.

As the chaos ensued, the assassin seamlessly blended into the bustling crowd, his keen eyes absorbing every detail of the fight with a sense of foreboding. Only a fool would underestimate the true nature of Islinda’s strength, no, Ralphie understood the gravity of the situation unfolding before him.

As Queen Nirvana’s suspicions were confirmed, a sense of intrigue settled over Ralphie. The realization that the human held untapped potential beyond what met the eye validated the queen’s intuition. Yet, what puzzled him was the spring Fae Queen’s unusual investment in this particular human, Islinda.

Surveying Islinda’s actions, he pondered the origins of her extraordinary abilities. While it was common for humans in their realm to be of mixed heritage, Islinda’s rounded ears suggested otherwise. The absence of pointed ears typical of Fae lineage led him to consider alternative explanations. Could Islinda be a distant descendant of Fae blood, explaining her supernatural strength? Or perhaps she was something altogether different—a hybrid of human and another magical entity?

Considering the options, he contemplated the possibility of Islinda being of mixed witch heritage. The witches, with their proximity to the human realm as well and their willingness to interact, presented a plausible connection. Unlike other supernatural realms, the witches had historically welcomed interactions with their kind, potentially offering a bridge between worlds for beings like Islinda.

Queen Nirvana’s interest in Islinda was questionable but Ralphie knew better than to entangle himself in royal politics. His sole purpose was to confirm what the queen already suspected—that Islinda was not human. Any further involvement in the matter was beyond his jurisdiction.

Maintaining a detached stance from the target was essential for an assassin, particularly when tasked with missions that involved taking lives. Islinda’s fate was sealed the moment Queen Nirvana contracted him to investigate. He understood that his role was merely to gather information and carry out the queen’s orders, without becoming emotionally invested in the outcome.

In his line of work, personal attachments only complicated matters and clouded judgment. By staying focused on the task at hand and following instructions without question, he ensured his success as a professional assassin, regardless of the consequences for Islinda.

With practiced ease, Ralphie slipped away from the burgeoning crowd just before the riot erupted, disappearing into the shadows as effortlessly as he had arrived. Utilizing his network of sources, he swiftly made contact with Queen Nirvana, conveying the crucial information he had gathered regarding Islinda’s true nature.

While awaiting the queen’s instructions, he returned to the scene of the chaos, drawn by a morbid curiosity to witness the intensity of the riot firsthand. As he navigated the bustling streets, he couldn’t help but marvel at the unprecedented scale of the unrest erupting in this typically subdued part of the city.

The realization struck him with sudden clarity—this upheaval was unlike anything Haven’s Reach had ever witnessed. The minority population, long accustomed to maintaining a low profile, found themselves swept up in a frenzy of rebellion sparked by the arrival of a single human: Islinda.

It was a revelation that only deepened the mystery surrounding Islinda, prompting Ralphie to ponder the significance of Queen Nirvana’s keen interest in this enigmatic human. What hidden power or influence did Islinda possess to incite such a drastic reaction?

Ralphie felt a growing desire to meet and unravel the mysteries surrounding Islinda. As he awaited the queen’s instructions, he couldn’t shake the sense of anticipation building within him—a sense that his encounter with Islinda would be anything but ordinary.

However, any hopes of unraveling Islinda were dashed the instant Ralphie received the queen’s instructions: kill Islinda. Disappointment washed over him like a cold wave, extinguishing the flicker of curiosity that had ignited within him.

Yet, despite the sinking feeling in his gut, Ralphie knew there was no room for sentimentality in his line of work. As an assassin, he understood the dangers of becoming attached to his targets, and he couldn’t afford to let personal feelings cloud his judgment.

With a heavy heart, Ralphie accepted the reality of the situation. This was his duty, his job—to carry out the queen’s orders without question. Though it pained him to acknowledge it, Islinda’s fate was sealed. There was no room for hesitation or second-guessing.

Resigned to his task, Ralphie steeled himself for what lay ahead. It was a loss, indeed—a loss of potential, of curiosity, of what could have been. But in the end, Islinda had to go, and he was the one tasked with making it happen.

With the precision of a seasoned assassin, Ralphie tracked Islinda down to the station where she was being held. He understood that killing Islinda in such a public place, with numerous witnesses around, was out of the question. For his plan to succeed, he needed Islinda isolated and vulnerable.

As he observed from a discreet distance, Ralphie’s patience proved to be his greatest asset. He bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. It wasn’t long before Valerie arrived, appearing to take Islinda into his care.

Ralphie’s lips curved into a faint smirk as he watched the unfolding events. With Valerie now responsible for Islinda’s safety, it meant she would be led away from the prying eyes of the public, away from the protection of the station’s walls. At that moment, Ralphie knew his task had just become significantly easier.

As he continued to shadow their movements, Ralphie remained focused and calculating, prepared to seize the perfect moment to execute his mission. With patience as his ally and opportunity on the horizon, he was poised to carry out his deadly task with ruthless efficiency.

Under the cover of deep darkness, Ralphie made his way to the prince’s secluded cottage. Breaking in proved to be a challenge, but not an insurmountable one. The modest abode was surprisingly lacking in heavy security measures, suggesting that the prince had taken deliberate steps to conceal his whereabouts.

It was evident that Prince Valerie had employed subtle methods to evade detection, relying on the simplicity of his surroundings to maintain a low profile. However, in his attempt to protect Islinda, Valerie had unwittingly underestimated the determination of those who sought her demise. Now, his bold yet careless move would have dire consequences. It was going to cost him Islinda.