Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 82: The Dinner

Chapter 82: The Dinner

She. Hated. Aldric.

Islinda was determined to give that piece of shit hell when they met. He was going to regret ever messing with her. It was a promise! Islinda cried out mentally in the bath.

While Fae was tall and lithe, with willowy figures, delicate ears, and stunning bone structures, they were indeed vicious creatures. She must have offended Aurelia, that was the only explanation for why she instructed the new Fae to drag her to the washroom.

Islinda struggled with them but it was no use. They were so strong that she was the one being hurt in the fight for freedom, leaving her no choice but to give up. The washroom was so exquisite, but Islinda was too angry to admit it. And that was the beginning of her misery.

More Fae arrived and they filled the bathtub with hot water. It was the first time Islinda was seeing a bath of such a design but the design was simple and self-explanatory. Now that she would have been left in the dark since Aurelia and her entourage forced her into it.

For someone who was used to doing things herself, it was the most awkward experience. They wanted to bathe her. Can you imagine that, a full-grown adult like her? As expected, Islinda refused the treatment but came to discover that her opinion didn’t matter.

Islinda had no choice but to give in when it became obvious that she wasn’t going to win this bath. Hence she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth through the experience as they preened till she was plucked clean like a chicken.

However, the experience wasn’t so bad because Islinda hasn’t felt this relaxed during a bath. The soap had such a lovely smell she wanted to inhale it and then her hair, she had never felt it this soft. What kind of sorcery had they used to tame her stubborn waves?

Even when they were done bathing, Aurelia had them move her to the dresser and Islinda sat down as they further detangled and brushed her hair. Perhaps the treatment melted away the rest of her anger because when Aurelia presented her dress for dinner, she was a doll and donned it without a fight.

The dress was the color of midnight blue and was quite simple with a tight-fitting bodice that was emphasized by the cinched corset atop the material. Islinda was not used to wearing skirts, give her a tunic and pants and she was good, not to mention that the Fae drew the laces of the corset so tight that it squeezed her lungs. No, it crushed her ribs.

"What kind of abomination is this?!" Islinda cried out, leaning against the wall while her face went red from lack of air. Was this what women experienced in the name of fashion? No, this was a torture device. Who in the world loves this? If that was the case, then women had a lot of problems.

"I am going to die." She rasped once more.

"You are not going to die," Aurelia said, turning her so she could have a good look.

"Perfect," The Fae appraised her as if she were a work of art.

Islinda was ready to throw a tantrum when she was pulled in front of the mirror and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.

"No way...." She whispered in disbelief, staring at her reflection.

The woman in the mirror looked so beautiful with kohl around her eyes and glossy hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Even her once dry skin seems to be glistening and her breast might have been made to look bigger than it already is - all thanks to the corset.

All of this would have been perfect were she on a date with Valerie, instead she had dinner with Aldric. On the bright side, the meal would expose her to the weapon she needed and she had to play nice until then.

"You’re all set, my lady. We should head out now." Aurelia gestured to the door and Islinda bristled at the title of Lady".

She was nothing but a contented peasant in her village until Aldric came in and ruined everything. Even now, calling her a lady and treating her like nobility made her feel like a fraud. None of this would last forever and as much as she knows, this might be another game from Aldric. She still has not realized his plans except he intends to ruin Valerie. Not that she would let that happen.

Islinda took the opportunity to master her surroundings in case she had the chance to escape him. But it was late and the house was quite large, hence she decided to do a bit of questioning instead.

"What is this place?"

"The Master’s manor."

Islinda’s lips thinned when she realized that was all the information the woman was giving out. Not that she was going to give up.

"Where is it exactly?"

"It is on the outskirts of the city, you would find out that not much Fae loves to interact with my master. Master Aldric loves his peace though, I’d advise you not to provoke him." Aurelia turned to him with a look and Islinda could swear she saw through her plan.

She flashed Aurelia a weak smile and she turned, continuing with her journey.

"How long have you been here? Did he force you to be his slave as well?" Islinda was anxious to know.

If that was the case, then it meant she and the fae were on the same page and perhaps, be able to help each other out.

While Aurelia did not turn to look at her, she could feel the tension in her shoulder and a scowl on her face when she answered, "I was not forced into anything. His father put us into his service and that is what we are doing with enough payment."

Islinda’s eyes widened, finding it hard to believe. But Aurelia mentioned his father and if she could remember clearly, Valerie and Aldric shared a father. Perhaps, she would be able to learn something interesting.

"And we are here," Aurelia said with a conclusive tone before she could come up with more questions, stopping before an oak door.

Islinda swallowed, she has arrived.