Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 879: Let The World Hear Us

King Oberon’s deep frown had been etched on his face since Valerie’s entrance, as if he too sensed something unusual about his son. However, unlike him, Queen Maeve, however, reveled in the moment, her face alight with pride.

She rose from her seat, applauding her son and stirring the crowd into a frenzy. Her presence alone was enough to intensify their excitement. Seeing their queen cheer Valerie on, encouraged the Summer Court who followed suit, their energy building as their voices rose into a rhythmic chant:

"Valerie, fire in his veins!

Strong as the sun, can’t be contained!

Blazing bright, he leads the fight,

Summer’s prince, our burning light!"

Their cheers echoed through the arena, amplifying with each stomp as they continued:

"Heat of summer, power so bold,

Prince of fire, never grows cold!

Valerie, victory’s near,

In his flames, we know no fear!"

The ground itself seemed to vibrate under their relentless stomping, and the energy of the Summer Court overwhelmed the arena. Queen Maeve, ever the mastermind, urged them on, riling them up even further, despite the fact that it was now Aldric’s turn to enter.

Islinda bit her lip in frustration. She knew exactly what Queen Maeve was trying to do—demoralize Aldric, strip him of his confidence before he even began the duel. And while Aldric was strong-willed, even he couldn’t remain unaffected by the sheer volume of support for Valerie. The tension was mounting, and Islinda’s heart sank as she watched Aldric step into the arena.

Unlike Valerie, who had arrived with pomp and grandeur, Aldric walked into the arena quietly, barefoot, his long sword dragging ominously behind him. There were no theatrics, no displays of power, just the intensity of his presence. Yet, in that moment, he seemed alone, a solitary figure against the roaring sea of Valerie’s supporters.

He hadn’t brought Maxi, his horse, for a reason. If things went south, Maxi and Issac’s priority would be getting her out of there—out of Astaria, if need be. The thought still didn’t sit right with her, but she has no choice. Their child—their heir—had to survive. The heir to the dark Fae and Winter Court had to survive, even if Aldric...

But Islinda wouldn’t let that fear consume her. Not when Aldric looked so isolated, facing the overwhelming noise of the Summer Court, his morale at risk of crumbling. Her frustration turned to rage, and that anger fueled her determination. Queen Maeve’s plan to demoralize her mate would not succeed. No one was going to break Aldric’s spirit—not while she was there.

Without a second thought, Islinda rose to her feet and stomped, her voice rising above the chaos around her. She chanted with all the strength she could muster:

"Aldric, born of ice and night,

Shadow’s son, winter’s might!

Dark and cold, strong and true,

Prince of frost, we stand with you!"

But her lone voice was barely audible amidst the overpowering cheers of the Summer Court. Frustration boiled inside her, but she quickly turned to Issac, nudging him with urgency.

"Join me," she demanded, her eyes flashing with determination.

Issac raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by her request. His instinct was to dismiss it, to roll his eyes at the idea of cheering in such a childish manner.

But the look on Islinda’s face silenced him. She was deadly serious. Reluctantly, he joined her, his voice blending with hers as they repeated the chant.

To Islinda’s relief, it worked. The Winter Court around them began to catch on, joining in the chant. Their voices grew stronger, their feet stomping in unison, until they were clapping and chanting as one:

"Aldric, born of ice and night,

Shadow’s son, winter’s might!

Dark and cold, strong and true,

Prince of frost, we stand with you!"

A grin spread across Islinda’s face. She wasn’t done yet. Turning to the Winter Faeries, she called out, "Louder! Let the world hear us! Show them we aren’t to be trifled with!"

The Winter Faeries responded with vigor, their chant growing louder, more defiant. Soon, their voices matched the volume of the Summer Court, drawing attention from all around the arena.

"From the shadows, through the frost,

Aldric fights at any cost!

Ice and dark, power untamed,

Victory comes with your name!"

Their voices now matched the Summer Court’s in volume and intensity, the Winter Fae rallying behind Aldric with fierce loyalty. The arena, once dominated by the Summer Fae’s support for Valerie, now rang with the booming voices of the Winter Court as well. The two chants clashed in the air, a battle of voices as fierce as the one about to take place on the field.

Queen Maeve’s smile faltered. She turned toward the Winter Court, her face paling as she realized what was happening. Her eyes narrowed in anger when she realized it was Islinda who had rallied them.

Islinda, met her gaze, smirking boldly and flashed her a cheeky middle finger. The Queen’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Islinda didn’t care. That was her mate out there, and she wasn’t going to let anyone, not even a queen, bully him.

Meanwhile, Aldric, who had been quietly observing the scene, couldn’t hold back his laughter. The sight of Islinda rallying the Winter Court, standing fiercely by his side, filled him with a sense of pride and love that swelled in his chest. He loved his mate and he had so many ways of showing her that once this match was over. If you know what he meant. freёwebnoѵel.com

With renewed confidence, Aldric lifted his spear, its blade gleaming under the arena’s lights. The weight felt different now—lighter, stronger—powered by the chants of his people filling his ears.

The winter court was now alive, their voices roaring in unison, chanting his name, filling the air with their support. He wasn’t alone in this fight. Not anymore. Their cheers rang in his heart, reminding him of his purpose, his people, and his mate.

Queen Maeve, visibly humiliated, had no choice but to sit down, her pride bruised as Islinda smirked in victory.

But Islinda’s triumph was short-lived.

The horn blared through the arena, signaling the start of the match. Her smirk faded, replaced by anxiety as the barrier rose, enclosing the battlefield.

Her heart pounded, knowing what it meant. No one could enter or leave until one of the princes was dead. All she could do now was watch and hope Aldric survived.