The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 320: The tale of his parents -II

"But the king refused to do that even before. He knew where Genevieve was at all times." Merylin curiously asked. "As far as I remember, Solomon and Bert were always informing the king of where she was."

It was shocking but not exactly. If I had been assigned the guards then it was only a given that Tristan was receiving information from them about my whereabouts.

"Yes, but—" a loud knock cut of Chiara from talking as we all looked into the direction of the door.

"See for yourself," Chiara sighed. "Apparently, I don’t think he liked the fact that you were not there for breakfast."

"Bre—"

"Aunt?" Tristan was behind the door. " Is everything alright? Open the door this instant before we break it down."

I turned to Chiara. "Why did he bother asking if everything was alright?"

She gave me a knowing smile. " because he cannot hear what’s going on inside. Now hurry up and open the door." She practically shooed me away from her.

Standing up, I moved towards the door carefully. In case he decided to break the doors at that very moment. I would be crushed underneath the weight of these massive doors.

I removed the lock and unlocked the door before it opened from the outside and Tristan stepped in.

His eyes stared at me first before going to the two people sitting in the seating area.

"Did she have anything for breakfast?" He was talking about me to his aunt here and completely ignored me standing by his side.

"not yet," she answered. "I apologise for keeping her from you. however, we had something important to discuss."

She stood up and smiled. "I shall take my leave now. Marilyn, come with me."

I narrowed my eyes on her. Without looking at me, Chiara along with Marilyn following her from behind, walked out of my room leaving Tristan and me alone.

How convenient of her to excuse herself the moment he entered.

His eyes never wavered away from my face. Finally, when I had enough courage to look into them, Tristan smiled. "It took so long for you to look at me, the one you claim you love."

"Are you testing me?" I felt a slight flare of anger. "Just because I said I love you does not mean I have to behave like your lover."

"Really?" He blinked. "pray tell me, who else will you behave like?"

I licked my lip. "I..uh.." How was I supposed to answer A question like that?

Someone opened the door, making me step to the opposite side. Tristan took something from the tray, which was a glass.

"Here," he offered it to me, "drink."

I peered Into the glass to look at its contents. It looked like today. "Is it tea?" I asked.

"Yes." He nodded before pushing the cup into my direction. "Please, take a sip. Have something since you have not had breakfast yet."

His concern warmed me. Hiding my smile and shying away, I took the take up from his hands. Taking a sip, I tried to place my finger on what it tasted like.

Something— "woah," for a quick second, it was like my entire world moved around.

The world moved again, making me drop the cup from my hands and stabilize myself again in the door.

I felt his hands on my arms, holding me before pulling me close to his chest.

"Careful, Genevieve.." his voice seemed so far away. Opening my eyes, I tried to make sense of the world moving around me but failed to do so. The last thing I saw was his face, moving back to its neutral expression before everything went dark.

*****

I moved my head around, before opening my eyes only to adjust them in the dark.

Dark?

"You’re awake," Anna moved closer to the bed, making me get up. "Come, I shall help you to bathe and dress."

Bath and dressing, but I just remembered waking up. How long had I— Tristan and that tea

"Where is he?" My eyes moved to her, barely concealing the anger I felt within. "He was behind this, wasn’t he?"

Anna bowed her head. "I am a mere servant who has been tasked with bringing you to the dining room. Please, let me carry out the instructions given to me."

Mere servant? Anna was anything but that. In fact, she had everyone from the staff dancing on her fingertips.

Throwing the bedding off my body, I ignored the slippers that she had placed in front of my feet before marching down to the bath.

Begrudgingly, I let her do the bathing and the dressing me up before making my hair.

Finally, at last, when she placed my day shoes in front of me, I wore them before standing up and making my way out of the room.

I completely ignored her presence behind me. Solomon and Pat, both of whom I had seen after a long time, followed me from behind whereas one took his place in front of me. Everything was just as it was before, but something felt different.

Maybe the clear difference that I could point out was that all those things happened during the day, this was happening during the night.

It was clear that Bert knew where to go. He was leading me without actually saying so.

I sighed when the dining Hall came in front of me. So there was Tristan.

Bert came to stop in front of the door, opening it for me before bowing his head slightly.

Stepping inside, without even trying to find him, my eyes met his and I stopped right in front of the door with as much distance as it could be within us.

"Good evening, Genevive." He purred before pointing at the seat in front of him, "please, sit."

That was at the far end of the table. The one where the queen would sit while turning alone with the king.

It was like the anger had vanished within seconds. Like it held no power in front of the powerful man in front of it.

I slowly took my seat, trying to do it as silently as possible. The moment I did, he rung a bell.

The doors opened and tbe first course was in front of me before the servants nest and the door closed behind them.

Now, we were alone.