Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 710: Rest My Love

"My lord, perhaps if you give me a bit of space so I can work...." The healer’s voice trembled as he spoke, but his words faltered into silence under Aldric’s intense glare. The turbulent blue eyes staring at him seemed to reflect his impending death.

"Or maybe not," the healer swallowed nervously and continued his assessment of the human on the bed, his healing powers flowing over her.

Aldric watched Islinda’s chest rise and fall, feeling a bit of relief in his heart. His Islinda would be fine. She was not dead. The healer would take care of her, or else he would join her soon after.

Everything was his fault. If only he hadn’t lowered his defenses, then Elena—or should he say, Lola, that witch—wouldn’t have gained the upper hand over him. He had been overconfident in his abilities and had fallen so low.

A mixture of rage and disgust filled Aldric as he recalled the many times the witch had commanded him as if he were her puppet. How dare she treat him that way? He was Aldric, the most feared villain prince in the kingdom of Astaria! Yet some unknown witch used him like a toy!

The rage was so potent that his dark powers leaked from his body, causing the healer to notice. The healer, thinking that Aldric was displeased with how he was treating Islinda, increased the healing power he used on her, nearly draining himself in the process.

Aldric barely contained his rage, knowing he couldn’t unleash it in front of Islinda. But the memories kept tormenting him. He recalled the way he had maltreated Islinda. To think he had even tried to kill her made him want to hide his face from her forever. That should be penance enough for what he had done to her.

But then, he was a selfish Fae. He was sorry for hurting her and would spend the rest of his days making it up to her. But even if Islinda demanded he let her go, he unfortunately couldn’t do that. Islinda was his mate. She was his. No one else’s. He would never let her out of his sight. Not before. Not now. And not ever.

Aldric’s gaze softened as he looked at Islinda once more, lying so vulnerably on the bed. He would protect her, cherish her, and ensure no harm ever came to her again. If ever by chance he becomes a threat to her again, he would rather take his own life. Aldric was determined to take care of his mate, Islinda.

Hence when the healer was done and Islinda was still not done, the relief he felt moments ago vanished and he panicked at once.

"Why is she not waking up?" He demanded, his face raging with emotions.

"I have no idea, my lord, I have tried all I could but—" The healer’s words were cut off abruptly as Aldric slammed him against the wall, lifting him effortlessly with one hand. The healer’s legs dangled above the ground, his breath coming in terrified gasps.

"Y-your h-highness..." the healer stammered, shivering with fear. The prince’s eyes were so dark now that his irises and pupils had merged into an abyssal black, and his aura reeked of bloodlust.

The healer felt the urge to pee his pants but managed to explain amid the choking hold, "I have assessed her body and nothing seems to be wrong with her. Either she witnessed something traumatic and her body needs to rest, or she simply doesn’t wake up. Please don’t kill me, your highness!"

At that moment, Aldric saw the monster he had become reflected in the fear etched on the healer’s face. It wasn’t the healer’s fault that Islinda was in this condition. If anything, he was to blame. Moreover, he knew Islinda would strongly disapprove of his behavior if she were awake to witness it.

Instantly, Aldric let go, and the healer slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. He stared wide-eyed at the dark Fae prince, unsure of what to do next. Should he run away? But what if Aldric wasn’t done with him and punished him for attempting to escape? The healer was conflicted.

"Get out," Aldric commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The healer didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the room, his heart pounding in his chest.

As he left, Aldric turned back to Islinda, his anger subsiding into a painful mix of guilt and worry. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his, and whispered, "I’m sorry, Islinda. I will make this right. I swear it."

He kissed her hand, his lips lingering. When Aldric reopened his eyes, he discovered the dried blood on his body and knew he had to do something about it.

"Who is out there? Send in a maidservant this instant!" Aldric demanded without looking back.

It seemed all the workers were on standby because a maid hurried in immediately, her body shaking uncontrollably. She must have seen the healer’s fate when he ran out and imagined hers would be worse.

"Draw us a bath," Aldric ordered, and the maid moved to work immediately.

By the time everything was set, Aldric carried a naked Islinda in his arms and stepped into the bath. He made her lay on his body while he began to clean the blood from her thoroughly with a washcloth. At that moment, Aldric was not aroused by Islinda’s naked body; his motive was to wipe her clean.

Aldric suspected whom the blood belonged to and, though he didn’t dare to believe that Islinda killed Lola, his Islinda was also full of surprises. Not that he cared whether she killed Lola or not. It didn’t change his feelings for her one bit. If anything, he was proud of her.

If Elena was really dead, the Raysin family would surely come for vengeance. Aldric was determined to protect his mate. No one would touch the hair on her head. He would rather destroy the world for her sake instead.

With gentle determination, Aldric continued to wash her, whispering softly, "Rest my love. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what." The water rippled softly around them, a moment of calm before the chaos.