Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 748: Take Another Wife

Queen Nirvana stood amidst the lush foliage, her granddaughter by her side. Sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling, casting a warm glow over them as they prepared for the lesson.

"Now listen to me, Mira," Queen Nirvana began, her voice authoritative, "To get a hang of that power running through your veins, as a beginner, close your eyes and feel the life around you. Our spring power is not just about making things grow; it’s about connecting with the life force within nature."

Mira, was Queen Nirvana’s hybrid daughter born when her useless son Theodore dallied with their sister race, the elves. The girl had delicate, pointed ears peeking out from her golden tresses, even though it was a bit longer, a reminder of her elvish heritage. There was a hint of mischief in the curve of her rose-colored lips and a glint of wide curiosity in those green, knowing eyes. However, she knew to behave when practicing with her austere grandmother.

Aside from her striking blonde hair, Mira was a replica of her father, Theodore. While Queen Nirvana had been furious and cold towards Mira, the girl unfortunately grew on her and now, she was determined to turn the youngling into a powerful weapon.

The gods had given her a second chance with Mira and she would not let her make the sake mistakes as Theodore. If only Theodore was as smart as Valerie, they would have cross-breeded and made their house more powerful. Unfortunately, Theodore choose the wrong side of cross-breeding.

While the elves have the fey ancestry trait, this means that they aren’t fey themselves, they’re just descended from them. The elves were mostly healers, and therefore seen as "weak" among other races, considering Fae have god-like powers and magic. However, what elves lacked in brute force, they made up for in archery marksmanship and cunning.

Hence, it wasn’t a total loss for Queen Maeve — she could make something useful out of Mira. Either way, she was not done with Theodore. She would find a suitable female he would marry, who would help raise Mira into a reputable and restore faith to the spring court. She would not give up.

Mira closed her eyes obediently, her small hands hovering over a pot of soil. She took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the greenhouse pulse around her.

"Good," Queen Nirvana encouraged feeling the stir in the eye. "Now, focus your energy on the seed in the soil. Imagine it sprouting, roots spreading, reaching for nourishment. Visualize it growing strong and tall."

A soft green glow began to emanate from Mira’s hands, seeping into the soil.

Slowly, a tiny sprout emerged, unfurling its leaves and reaching for the light. Slowly, a tiny sprout began to emerge, its delicate tendrils unfurling and stretching upward. Isla gasped, her eyes flying open in amazement.

"I did it, Grandmother!" she exclaimed, beaming up at her.

"Don’t rejoice, it’s just the basics." Queen Nirvana did not share the same joy as her, causing the expression to vanish from her face.

But the girl did not take it to heart, already used to her grandmother’s cold reception. If anything, she was determined to impress her grandmother and perhaps then, she would be proud of her.

"Hold that stage. I want you to grow it further," Queen Nirvana instructed firmly, her eyes fixed on the budding plant. She had no care that the exercise might be beyond Mira’s current ability. Mira bore royal blood, and because of that, she possessed great power. It was time she tapped into that.

Sweat coated Mira’s brows as she willed the plant to grow, her hands trembling from exertion. The green glow surrounding the sprout intensified, and the plant slowly continued its ascent, stretching taller and taller.

"Good, but you can do better," Queen Nirvana pressed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Mira’s breath came in ragged gasps, her face contorted with concentration. The plant’s leaves unfurled, reaching toward the light, but Mira’s hands shook violently, the strain of the magic evident in her every movement.

"Focus, Mira," Queen Nirvana demanded, her gaze unwavering. "You have the power within you. Use it."

Mira’s legs wobbled, and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. The glow around the plant flickered as she pushed herself harder, drawing on reserves of strength she hadn’t known she possessed. The plant grew further, its stem thickening and leaves multiplying under her intense focus.

Queen Nirvana’s expression remained stern, though a glimmer of satisfaction flickered in her eyes. "More, Mira. You must give more."

Mira’s entire body trembled, her vision blurring from the effort. She felt the magic slipping, her control waning.

Her vision blurred, the world narrowing down to the plant and her own exhaustion. "I... I can’t..." she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Yes, you can. Now concentrate, Mira!" She insisted.

With a final surge of determination, Mira poured every ounce of her will into the plant. It shot up, reaching an impressive height, the leaves shimmering with vitality. The magic thrummed through her, pushing her to her limits.

At that moment, a servant hurried into the greenhouse, leaning in to whisper something urgent into Queen Nirvana’s ear.

The queen’s eyes widened with shock. "What?! Islinda is in the palace?!" she shouted.

The abrupt noise startled Mira, breaking her concentration. She lost her hold on the magic, and the plant immediately began to wither. It shriveled and died on the spot. Exhausted, Mira collapsed to her knees, panting heavily. Sweat dripped down her face, mingling with the blood trickling from her nose.

She looked up, not caring about her own state, her heart sinking as she saw her grandmother’s lips pressed into a thin line. The disappointment was clear, and Mira’s face fell, knowing she had just failed.

"I’m... I’m sorry, Grandmother," Mira whispered, her voice trembling.

Queen Nirvana’s eyes flicked to Mira, then back to the servant. She addressed her sharply. "Take her to her quarters and clean her up."

"Yes, your majesty." The servant said, gently taking Mira by the arm.

Mira, still disappointed, turned to look at her grandmother one last time. But there wasn’t even a glance of concern on Queen Nirvana’s face, nor did her expression soften one bit.

It was all her fault, Mira thought, biting down on her lips . She was not weak. She would do well to impress her grandmother the next time they practiced. The young girl was determined as she left with the servant.

Queen Nirvana in question stood at her spot, her mind racing. What the hell was her husband thinking? He surely wasn’t thinking of taking another wife at this point, right?