The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 332: The ladies - II

I had no idea how many topics could be brushed over any company of women. In fact, I didn’t even remember the last time I was in a company where we did not have to discuss how to succeed to the throne and who was in favour of whom.

Talking normally, about subjects that did not really bring one any kind of benefit was something that I had never participated in. It was always something that I was after and at the moment, I felt nothing but... Wasted.

Was it really supposed to feel this way?

Because as far as I remembered, No one was ever interested in making a conversation that did not benefit them from anything.

The ladies did not think of any other. They gossiped, discussed problems and joked about each other.

Had I never thought of this life? A life where I could enjoy things as they were without trying to find the hidden intention of anyone? A life where there was nothing but a handful of duties for me to carry out and then some time for leisure.

"What are you thinking about so gravely, dear Genevieve?" Chiara whispered, leaning close to me. "Do you wish to share it with me?"

Should I? I wanted to but there was another thought in my mind that refrained me from doing so. "I do not think you would understand where I’m coming from."

"Would I?" She sighed and nodded. " that I understand. And maybe, I can understand a little more if you are willing to tell me. Is it a chance you would like to take?" She whispered, mirth dancing her eyes as she talked to me.

I wondered if I should. My eyes wondered to the women in front of me, eating and drinking tea while talking amongst each other and laughing. None of them seemed to be paying attention to what was going on in between the two of us and somehow, that made me feel confident enough to tell Chiara what I felt.

"I have never had the luxury of time to hold conversations like this. All of them used to have a meaning behind them and most of them revolved around The Crown and who the next heir was going to be."

It was all I ever thought of. How Was I going to help my sister and finding her way to the throne was the primary thought in my mind, always. Never have I ever thought of anything else.

I gulped. "I don’t think I ever sort of a time when I would be able to talk about something, pardon me, useless. Something about all of this makes me think that I have.." So many feelings revolved in my heart and mind yet I could not name one of them. How did I feel?

"Out of touch?" Chiara offered with a knowing smile. "That you have forgotten how to have fun?"

I thought about it. "I suppose, yes." That was it.

I did not know how to have fun without any hidden meaning in my mind. Even though someone in this Palace would try to talk to me, I would always try to find where they were coming from or what they could possibly want from me.

"Tristan will refrain from giving you responsibilities before you become the Queen. Even then, he would not give you all of them at once. So why don’t you try and have fun?"

I would honestly love to have fun but I could not think of what to have fun with. "I would love to but the problem is, for someone who has never had fun, how am I supposed to know what to do?" Just talking about something did not seem appealing to me. I would rather do something else, something more worth my time.

"Hmm," Chiara hummed, "That is a nice question. I guess, we would have to say what activities you enjoy. For starters, meaningless talk and gossip is often considered fun by ladies." She raised her hands forward and pointed to the room and what was going on.

My eyes swept over the women Talking and I somehow found myself involved in a particular conversation between Marilyn and her mother-in-law.

"Well, all I can give you is a year. I would like to see the faces of my grandchildren before I die." Camille huffed. "You and I have no idea how long I have to live in this realm. What if I die tomorrow?"

Ah, so she was already being pressured into having a child. At least she would be a good mother because Marilyn naturally came with a mothering nature of her own.

"Don’t lie to me," Merelyn frowned. "Vampires don’t die like that and you are not going anywhere for at least decades to come!"

I chuckled. My friend certainly knew how to spot when someone was trying to blackmail her.

"If I do not blackmail you, I will never see the faces of your children!"

"Need I remind you Camille, you took a decade to have Alan and your mother-in-law didn’t say anything." A woman, sitting across them revealed the information making Merelyn gasp in betrayal.

"You told me you had him within six months of your marriage!" She hissed furiously. "I cannot believe that I believed you!"

Camille grew red as she glared at the woman in front of her. "What can I say? To each their own. She did not wish to see her grandchild soon but I did."

"Yes, sure." Merilyn played along. "I guess I would have to decide when I want to see the face of my child then."

I laughed lightly at that one. Merilyn certainly give how to play along and she was doing a good job at that.

Picking up a piece of fruit in my plate, I chewed and relished the sweet taste as I continued to listen in conversations of the people in front of me.

Maybe gossip was not as boring as I thought it would be.