Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 807: Mad Family

Queen Maeve sat down while handmaiden gently braided her long, red, silken hair, each strand woven with meticulous care. The queen’s thoughts were far from idle as she gazed into the ornate mirror before her, eyes sharp with contemplation.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside, his presence immediately catching the Queen’s attention. A slow smile curled on her lips as her eyes brightened at the sight of him.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the handmaiden, who knew better than to linger when the Queen sought privacy. The girl hurriedly gathered her things and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Once they were alone, Queen Maeve turned her full attention to the guard. "What news do you have for me this time?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

The guard hesitated for a moment before speaking, his tone low and cautious. "Your Majesty, Prince Aldric has been moved from his cell."

The Queen’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Moved?" she echoed, her voice betraying her interest. "Where to?"

The guard shook his head, a shadow of frustration crossing his features. "I don’t know, Your Majesty. The operation was conducted under strict secrecy and was executed personally by the king’s elite guards. I could only gather this much without raising suspicion. However, from what I could ascertain, it does not seem to be a favorable location."

Hearing that, Queen Maeve burst into laughter, a sound as cold as it was amused. "So, the pieces are finally starting to move," she mused, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smirk. "I thought it was amusing when Prince Andre suddenly requested to marry that girl, Islinda. Now Oberon is also aiding the process? Everyone in this family must be running mad."

Queen Maeve’s mind as expected worked quickly, connecting the dots. It all made sense now—Oberon was clearly maneuvering to keep Aldric out of the way, likely to facilitate Andre’s marriage.

"I don’t care what Oberon does with his son," she said without a care. "If anything, I’m more than grateful that Andre is finally marrying that eyesore, Islinda, and getting her away from Valerie."

Maeve’s voice hardened as she gave her final instructions. "Ensure that Valerie doesn’t catch wind of Prince Andre’s wedding plans. The last thing we need is him ruining this perfect opportunity to finally rid ourselves of Islinda."

The guard bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Majesty," he replied before swiftly exiting the room.

As the door closed behind him, Queen Maeve allowed herself a rare moment of satisfaction. Everything was falling into place just as she had hoped. Soon, Islinda would be out of the picture, and Valerie would be free from her distracting influence. All that remained was for the plan to unfold without any further complications.

Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Queen Nirvana sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on a delicate piece of parchment as her mind churned with thoughts. Her personal guard had just entered the room, his expression grave as he delivered the news. "Prince Aldric has been taken from his cell," he reported.

Queen Nirvana leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly on the polished wood of the desk. "I see," she murmured thoughtfully. "Oberon is a clever one, but unfortunately, we cannot let his plan succeed."

She looked up at her spy, her gaze piercing. "Did you manage to find out where they’ve taken him?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

The spy nodded, though his face remained serious. "It wasn’t easy, but I managed to uncover the location. It’s the Quiet Room."

At those words, Queen Nirvana’s expression shifted to one of shock, quickly masked by cold calculation.

"The Quiet Room?" she repeated, almost in disbelief.

The Quiet Room was notorious, more of a torture chamber than a prison. Its walls were lined with iron, a material that weakened and sickened Fae over time. It was a place designed to break a person, stripping them of all sense of time and space until their mind shattered. To think that Oberon would place his own son there... It was a bold and ruthless move, but not entirely unexpected. Aldric was dangerous and unpredictable. This was one way to neutralize him, to cut him off from the world and from any power he held.

But Queen Nirvana was not so easily deterred. She leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Oberon may think he’s clever," she said softly, "but we cannot allow his plan to succeed."

The guard looked at her, a question in his eyes. "What will you do, Your Majesty?"

Nirvana’s smile widened. "Andre and Islinda cannot marry. I have plans for Islinda, and she is marked for my son, Theodore. I have no doubt that Andre has realized Islinda’s potential as a wild card and intends to use her just as I do. But I will not be outmaneuvered by that sly snake."

Her gaze sharpened, and she issued her orders with a firm, unwavering tone. "The wedding cannot happen tomorrow. We will need to act quickly. I want you to find a Fae named Isaac. I’ve been watching him, and he’s loyal to Aldric. Send him a message—tell him that if he wants to free his master, he’ll need to work with me. I’ll provide the resources; he will do the dirty work."

The guard frowned slightly. "Won’t this put you in conflict with Oberon, Your Majesty?"

Queen Nirvana laughed, a dark, amused sound. "Who said anything about getting my hands dirty? Isaac will do everything on his own, and if Oberon finds out, it will be Isaac who is one of Aldric’s people. They would assume the dark Fae prince managed to get help amid their efforts. He’s the dark Fae prince afterall."

She continued, "Meanwhile, I’ll have what I want—Islinda out of Andre’s grasp and Theodore one step closer to the throne. As for Aldric, it’s only a matter of time till he’s out of the game and I wouldn’t even have to lift a finger."

The guard nodded, understanding her plan, and bowed deeply. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Queen Nirvana alone with her thoughts.