Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 697: Not Over

They came for Islinda the most, and she fought the fiercest. She wasn’t exactly a skilled fighter, excelling only when she had a bow and arrow in hand, but there was no maiming rule, nor could she find such a weapon lying around. So she resorted to throwing her strength about, using it to her advantage.

After her, it was Ginger. While the servant girl looked sweet on the outside, she was incredibly strong, spinning her ability with remarkable skill. She was able to counter and cancel out the ice abilities hurled at them and save them from getting injured.

Milo, though small and deft on his feet, easily maneuvered around anyone who tried to capture him, playing small tricks that left the guards frustrated. Prince Wayne, with his sharp teeth, dutifully shared bites among those he could reach, causing chaos in their ranks.

If there was a weak link in the group, it had to be Gabbi. The human tried her best, but she was no match for the stronger Fae. Her efforts, though valiant, were not enough, and she was the first to be captured. Two guards grabbed her arms, pulling her away from the fight, while she struggled in vain against their grip.

Islinda, seeing Gabbi in trouble, let out a roar of frustration and charged at the guards, knocking one aside with a powerful shove. "Let her go!" she demanded, her voice fierce.

The guards hesitated, glancing at each other uncertainly, after all, Gabbi was not the target, but Elena’s sharp voice cut through the noise. "Hold your ground! Capture them all! Do not let them escape!"

One of them quickly knocked Gabbi out while the other went after Islinda. Elena watched from the sidelines with satisfaction as the guards renewed their efforts, and the fight grew more desperate.

Islinda fought with all her might, swinging her fists and using her raw strength to fend off her attackers. Ginger whirled around, her abilities creating a barrier of wind that knocked back anyone who got too close. Milo darted in and out of the fray, tripping guards and creating chaos with his quick movements.

Despite their best efforts, the guards began to close in, their superior numbers and training starting to overwhelm the small group.

"My lady, I can’t hold them back forever! Don’t worry about us, just get out of here!"

Islinda shook her head stubbornly, "No, I’m not leaving anyone behind," she declared, launching herself at the guards once more. Who knew what Elena would do to them? Especially Gabbi who was human. What if Elena killed her out of spite? No. She would rather fight to the death than let them go.

The battle continued to rage, but it was becoming clear that the tide was turning against Islinda and her friends. Neither did it help matters that more guards arrived to join the fight.

Ginger was soon overwhelmed, her powers finally succumbing to the relentless assault of the guards. They captured her, binding her hands behind her back. Her cries of frustration echoed in the room.

Milo, the nimble and quick-footed boy, was next. The guards had grown accustomed to his antics and had studied his movements closely. With a coordinated effort, they managed to trap him, grabbing him firmly and hoisting him off the ground. Milo struggled, but the guards’ grip was ironclad.

"Wayne!" Islinda cried out, her heart sinking as she saw her Wrry cat knocked to the side aggressively. Wayne whimpered in pain, a sound that pierced through Islinda’s fury.

Filled with anger at the sight, Islinda began to fight like a woman possessed. Her strikes were wild and powerful, fueled by a desperate need to protect her friends. She swung her fists, kicked, and thrashed against her attackers, making moves that she never knew that she was capable of and momentarily pushing them back with her sheer ferocity.

But the rule of battle was to never fight with emotion. Her rage made her movements reckless and predictable. The guards, seasoned warriors, exploited her vulnerability, moving in with precision.

One guard managed to catch her arm, twisting it behind her back, while another swept her legs out from under her. Islinda fell to her knees, gritting her teeth against the pain.

"No!" she screamed, struggling against the iron grip of her captors, her vision blurred with frustration and anger.

Despite her desperate attempts to break free, the guards were too strong. They forced her hands behind her back, binding them tightly. Islinda fought against the restraints, but it was no use. The guards had her firmly in their grasp, and she was powerless to resist.

Elena stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Finally," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’ve caused enough trouble for one day and I am honestly exhausted."

Islinda glared up at her, panting heavily. "This isn’t over," she spat, her voice filled with defiance.

Elena rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," then she instructed her. "Take the others away, but I have a safe location for the witch. You will bring her there." She warned, "This time, make sure she is secured properly."

The guards dragged Ginger, Gabbi, Milo, and Prince Wayne away. When it came to Islinda’s turn, about three guards hurled her up to her feet, having perceived her as the bigger threat.

However, something shocking happened.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, but one of the guards turned against the others and before they realized it, he had incapacitated each and every one of them with the precise stroke of his knife, leaving them bleeding out on the ground and Elena was the only one left standing. But not for long. A single blow to the head rendered her unconscious.

It was then left for Islinda and the said guard, her eyes widened when she recognized him.

"Y—you!" She pointed at him, dumbfounded. It was the kind guard from earlier.

Except right before her eyes, the guard’s features began to contort in a bizarre way that made her heart begin to race, and in mere seconds, Maxi stood in his place. "Hello, my sister from another mother. That was quite a fight you put up there."

"The Fuck!" Islinda’s mind reeled from the revelation. "Perhaps, a warning the next time you attempt to do whatever that was," She had nearly gotten from witnessing the change.

"Oh, forgive me. There was exactly no time for talks." Maxi said, releasing her from the binds.

As soon as she was free, Islinda rubbed her red wrist which faded immediately, a sight that Maxi saw. The dark Fae horse lifted a brow.

"I will explain later. Now tell me, what’s going on with Aldric?" Islinda demanded.

"I would explain on her way. Now let’s get the fuck out of here." Maxi said.

"Except no one is getting out of here." Someone said from behind and they turned back to see Elena standing up to her feet with a crazed glint in her eyes.

"Did you seriously think this would end like this?" She laughed.

Islinda saw the move and wanted to warn Maxi but it was too late. Maxi tried to move but Elena was faster and the spell hit, suspending her in slow motion. Maxi moved but she was as slow as a turtle.

"You!" Islinda stared at her wide-eyed as it dawned on her, "That was not Fae magic. You don’t use charms. You are a witch."

"Surprise, surprise, it took you that long to figure out. Well, now the cat is finally out of the bag, let’s start this revenge properly. Don’t you think so?" Lola gave her a wicked smile.

Islinda lunged at her with determination, but just like Maxi, she was held in a spell of her own

"Goodnight." Elena snapped her finger and her vision went dark.