Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 819: Wrath Of The Gods

King Oberon, had faced many challenges during his reign, but never had he dealt with as many simultaneous crises as he was now.

For the first time in centuries, he was considering a vacation. He was even tempted to abdicate the throne and pass it on to his heir, but with everything happening, he was starting to doubt whether his chosen successor was even the right choice.

This was no ordinary council meeting, King Oberon could tell when he strode into the room.

Usually, his arrival brought the ministers to an instant hush, but this time, their murmurs continued, filling the room with a low, anxious hum that spoke of irritation, fear, and a tension that could not be easily quelled.

King Oberon didn’t bother making his way to the throne. Today, it felt unnecessary, almost irrelevant. Not when they had such urgent matter at hand. He stopped in the middle of the room, his tall, imposing figure casting a long shadow across the chamber. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces of his ministers, many of whom were avoiding his gaze. Those who met his eyes quickly looked away, their discomfort obvious.

Slowly, the murmurs began to die down as the ministers realized the King’s attention was on them. But even as the silence settled over the room, Oberon remained quiet, letting the weight of his presence and the tension in the air do the work for him. The silence stretched on, growing increasingly uncomfortable, until it became unbearable for his ministers.

After what felt like an eternity, Oberon finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying a steely edge. "What is the noise all about?"

His eyes continued to roam the room, but no one dared to speak. Not a single minister made a sound. They exchanged nervous glances, each hoping the other would be the one to break the silence. The king’s question hung in the air, demanding an answer, but the ministers, for all their power and influence, were like schoolchildren caught misbehaving.

The silence might have continued indefinitely, had it not been for the General. He was a Fae known for his bravery, both on the battlefield and in the council room, speaking his mind even when others wouldn’t dare.

"Your Majesty," The general began, asking politely, "why tempt us when you very much called for the meeting?"

When King Oberon lifted a brow, he continued, "Nonetheless, your majesty, it has come to our hearing about the commotion at Prince Andre’s wedding.... ." He paused, studying the king’s unreadable expression before he continued. "It has also come to light that Islinda is a Dark Fae. And she is now mated to Prince Aldric."

The mere mention of Islinda’s name and the fact she was a dark Fae caused a ripple of unease to pass through the room. Oberon’s eyes narrowed slightly. The existence of a Dark Fae in their midst was one thing; that she was mated to his son, Aldric, was another matter entirely. A direct challenge to the to their very survival.

King Oberon did not respond immediately. He absorbed the information, the muscles in his jaw tightening imperceptibly. "And what is the sentiment among the court regarding these... revelations?" he finally asked, his voice calm but with an undertone that hinted at his displeasure.

"There is concern, Your Majesty," he admitted, choosing his words carefully. "Fear, even. Some believe this is a threat to our kingdom, that such a union could bring unforeseen consequences." He pointed out.

Another minster found the courage to step out and said, "Centuries back, your majesty, when you introduced to us the dreams of a unified Fae realm, one of the promises you made us was to get rid of the dark Faeries. But right now, that promise seems to be lacking."

"That is true, your majesty," Another minster supported him. "It was understandable the reason you spared Aldric, he’s your son, afterall, and it was not his fault some twisted ritual turned him into what he is. However, Islinda is another case. Half dark Fae or not, such a bond with Aldric is dangerous. We could see another generation of dark Faeries born and if left unhandled could pose a problem in the unseeable future."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room, the tension mounting. They all knew what this could mean, the rise of the dark Faeries. They had barely won the war against them. If they were to rise again, they weren’t really confident again especially with Aldric as ruler.

Oberon raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. His expression was hard, his eyes like chips of ice. "And what would you have me do, minsters?" he asked coldly. "Denounce my own son? Break apart a mating bond that is as considered sacred and bear the wrath of the gods?"

"Dark Faeries have no mates. We’ve believed that all along until now. This means that we were wrong all those and killed enough of them, yet the wrath of the gods didn’t fall on us, your majesty? So what’s the worse that can happen now?"

Oberon’s gaze turned icy, his patience clearly wearing thin. "No wrath of the gods you say," he repeated, almost mockingly. "Yet I lose my wife Nova and my son, Aldric turned into a dark Fae. Is that not punishment enough or is there more misfortune you can suggest to the gods to punish me with, general?"

The general swallowed hard but held his ground. "My apologies, your majesty, if I sounded insensitive, but I only suggest that we tread carefully, Your Majesty. Islinda’s identity as a dark Fae and the bond with Aldric changes things, whether we want to admit it or not."

Oberon’s stare was piercing, his mind working through the implications of the general’s words. He had always known there was something special about Islinda and Aldric’s relationship. His dark Fae son had never been serious with any woman, but his obsession with Islinda had been obvious. He could have secretly saved and probably send them away but Islinda’s nature got revealed in such a public and chaotic manner. This was not going to be easy. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Very well," Oberon said finally, his voice a low rumble. "We will convene again tomorrow. I want every minister to come with a proposed course of action. We will decide how to proceed as a council, and we will decide quickly. The stability of our realm depends on it."

He turned to leave, but paused for a moment, his back to the room. "And know this," he added, his voice carrying an unmistakable warning, "any action taken against my son, or his mate, without my express consent, will be seen as an act of treason. I hope I make myself clear."

Without waiting for a response, Oberon strode out of the room, leaving his ministers in a stunned silence.