Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 515: Queen Nirvana’s Order —2

Chapter 515: Queen Nirvana’s Order —2

Ralphie meticulously executed his plan, ensuring every detail was flawlessly orchestrated. As the tranquilizer gas he had strategically planted seeped silently through the air, its effects were swift and undetectable. One by one, the prince and his companions succumbed to the gas’s sedative properties, their breaths slowing as they fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Ralphie observed from the shadows, his expression masked by the darkness as he monitored the situation with a keen eye. With the obstacles now subdued and the path to his target clear, he moved with silent efficiency, his movements calculated and deliberate as he closed in on his objective. Islinda’s fate now rested in his hands, and he was prepared to carry out his mission with ruthless determination.

As Ralphie approached the room where Islinda lay in slumber, a sense of unease gnawed at his conscience. Despite his profession as an assassin, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of ending the life of such a seemingly innocent woman.

Entering the room silently, Ralphie’s gaze fell upon Islinda’s peaceful form, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. In her tranquil state, she exuded an ethereal beauty that captivated his senses, a stark contrast to the darkness of his own intentions.

For a fleeting moment, Ralphie hesitated, his resolve wavering in the face of Islinda’s innocence and vulnerability. Yet, as he reminded himself of the task at hand, he steeled his resolve, pushing aside any lingering doubts or regrets.

With a heavy heart, Ralphie withdrew an iron dagger from his belt, its gleaming blade catching the faint moonlight filtering through the window. The weight of the weapon felt heavy in his hand as he steeled himself for the task ahead. Though uncertain of Islinda’s true nature, Ralphie knew one thing for certain—his orders were clear, and he was here to ensure her demise.

As he raised the dagger, poised to strike, there was a shift in the air and a sudden chill ran down his spine, a primal instinct warning him of impending danger.

Pausing mid-motion, Ralphie’s senses heightened as he sensed another presence in the room. His muscles tensed, every nerve on edge as he scanned the shadows for any sign of movement. Despite the stillness of the night, an eerie tension hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Ralphie awaited the impending confrontation, his grip tightening on the dagger as he prepared to defend himself against this unexpected intrusion.

His hand faltered mid-motion as he whirled around, the iron dagger poised for attack, only to find himself face-to-face with the most mesmerizing Fae he had ever beheld. For a fleeting moment, his heart skipped a beat, captivated by the ethereal beauty that stood before him.

Though duty demanded his attention remain focused on his mission, Ralphie found himself momentarily entranced by the radiant presence of the Fae. His resolve wavered as he struggled to tear his gaze away from the Fae’s captivating features, so unlike anything he had ever encountered.

In his presence, time seemed to stand still, the weight of his mission momentarily forgotten as Ralphie’s senses were overwhelmed by the sheer allure of the Fae before him. Though he knew he should not allow himself to be swayed, he found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

Captivated by the Fae’s enchanting smile, Ralphie’s grip faltered, causing the dagger to slip from his fingers and plummet to the ground with a loud clatter. Unaware of the weapon’s fall, Ralphie felt an inexplicable compulsion stirring within him as he found himself inexplicably drawn towards the mesmerizing figure before him.

Each step he took felt like a trance, his movements guided by an unseen force that beckoned him closer to the Fae. Despite his training and instincts screaming for him to resist, Ralphie found himself powerless to defy the irresistible pull of the Fae’s charm.

As he closed the distance between them, Ralphie’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, his senses ablaze with the intoxicating allure of the Fae’s presence. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the magnetic pull drawing him towards the enigmatic figure.

With a voice as captivating as his appearance, the beautiful Fae spoke, each word dripping with allure and power. "Yes, come to Daddy," he purred, his tone laced with a hypnotic charm that compelled Ralphie to obey.

Unable to resist the Fae’s command, Ralphie found himself drawn inexorably closer, as if pulled by an invisible force. Despite the lingering sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, he moved forward until he stood mere inches away from the mesmerizing figure.

With a gentle yet firm touch, the Fae clasped Ralphie’s cheeks in his hands, drawing him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Ralphie’s breath hitched in his throat, his pulse quickening as he felt the Fae’s warm breath against his skin. In that moment, he couldn’t deny the intensity of the desire that pulsed between them.

Then, without warning, the Fae’s lips met his in a kiss that ignited a firestorm of exhilarating sensations within Ralphie’s body. For a fleeting moment, he was consumed by the intoxicating rush of pleasure, lost in the depths of the Fae’s embrace.

But as quickly as the ecstasy had come, it was replaced by a searing pain that tore through Ralphie’s being like a knife. His initial gasp of pleasure turned into a choked cry of agony as the Fae’s kiss became a relentless assault, draining him of his life force with every passing moment.

Desperate to escape the torment, Ralphie struggled against the Fae’s vice-like grip, his horrified eyes reflecting the realization of his dire predicament. But no matter how hard he fought, he was powerless to break free from the Fae’s hold as the life was slowly sucked from his very essence.

In the end, all that remained was a hollow shell of what once was Ralphie—a dried husk, devoid of life or vitality. And as the Fae withdrew, sated and indifferent to the destruction he had wrought, the room fell silent, haunted by the echoes of Ralphie’s final, desperate screams.

With a satisfied smirk, Prince Wayne, disguised as the Fae, tossed aside the lifeless husk of Ralphie, his features contorted with ecstasy as he reveled in the aftermath of his feast. The air crackled with a palpable energy, charged with the remnants of the life force he had consumed.

Throwing his head back in a display of triumph, Wayne’s eyes glittered with a predatory gleam, his lips curled into a sinister grin. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such a satisfying meal, and the taste of revenge only sweetened the experience.

For Wayne, it was more than just nourishment—it was a twisted form of justice, a means of exacting retribution upon the assassin who had dared to threaten his beloved. In that moment of victory, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, his sense of superiority reaffirmed by the triumph over his would-be assailant.

As the echoes of Ralphie’s demise faded into the silence of the room, Wayne’s gaze turned towards Islinda, his beloved, his expression softening with adoration. In her presence, he found solace and purpose, willing to do whatever it took to protect her from any who dared to harm her.

With a possessive fervor burning in his heart, Wayne vowed to remain ever vigilant, ready to defend Islinda against any who sought to do her harm. He knew that no force in the world could ever hope to extinguish the flames of his devotion.

As the last vestiges of life drained from Ralphie’s withered husk, a strange transformation began to unfold. His form began to shrink and contort, gradually crumbling into a pile of fine sand that scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. In mere moments, Ralphie was reduced to nothing more than a mound of particles, his existence fading into oblivion.

Silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the soft rustle of sand shifting against the floor. The assassin was gone. Well, on the bright side, Ralphie did get to meet the mysterious Islinda, even though the mystery led to his death.