The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 398: A truth - I

"You will like the chicken." Tristan said he put a piece on my plate after he cut it himself. "It has been roasted to affection with spices you like."

It looked heavenly. Not only that, the fragrance made my stomach rumble loudly.

Without missing another beat, I reached my folk and knife and cut into it before putting it in my mouth and chewing the soft bite.

"Wow," I praised, "perfection, it is."

It was hard to remember when I have had such perfectly cooked chicken. Before I knew it, I had already finished what Tristan had served me. Without another word, he gave me another bigger than the last he had placed on my plate.

Thanking him with a smile, I continued, eating, and only relaxed, sitting back once I have been halfway through it.

"Break?" He asked with a smile.

I nodded and covered my mouth as I was still chewing my bite. "I have to, otherwise I will not be able to finish because I have been eating so quickly and then I will get hungry later on. Food tastes better when it is freshly cooked."

"True words." He raised his glass as a toast and I raised an eyebrow in return. He shrugged. "Freshly cooked for you, freshly killed for me."

I laughed. "You did not just say that."

A boyish smile came to his face. "It is true. Freshly killed food or blood is different in taste."

"I suppose so." Taking small steps of my wine, I enjoyed the taste before placing the glass back.

Tristan waited until I had placed it back, and by his expression, I knew he was going to talk.

He leaned forward, crossing his fingers as his elbow rested on the table, and he placed the entangled fingers underneath his chin. "You told Catherine."

I shook my head as I answered, "not everything."

"No, it was everything." He stated. " you told your sister what she needed to know. Hiding an ugly truth from her was necessary."

"Was it?" I asked, on the verge of tearing up. She was my sister, someone I was supposed to be completely transparent with. The bond I had with Catherine was pure and I did not wish to hide anything from her and it was extremely necessary. I had doubts about all of this. Half of me still wanted to tell her things she did not know about while the other half told me to stay where I was.

"Yes," he nodded. "Had it been your elder sister, the one you were truly transparent with, you would have told Estelle everything. You would have told her everything right down to every detail. You managed to remember. Is that not true?"

It was. "Yes."

"Then you have the answer to the doubt you hold. You told her it was necessary for her to know. You will tell Estelle what is necessary for her to know. You do not need to burn someone, some pure soul, for something they cannot carry the weight of."

Estelle knew things from my mother that I did not. Since she was older, on the line to the throne as the crowned heir, she knew things taught by my mother to her that she would need to know. I was taught those by her.

My mother only burdened us with tasks and responsibilities that we could carry out. She did what Tristan was telling me.

I would do the same for my children, now I was doing it for my little sister whom I had treated as my own.

"I understand." the words were a whisper with the slightest movement of my head. "But what if she comes to know from anyone else?"

He smiled a little but it seemed like a predator. "The only people that knows about it in the palace are I and Anna, by extension, Irene. both of them have been sworn to secrecy by me and no one else who knows about it is life to tell the tale."

My breath hitched as I got the meaning of his words. A flash in front of my eyes and I saw what exactly he had done. I remembered the split-second that I had been awake when he had carried me and I had a chance to look at what he had done.

I remembered the white being replaced by red.

With the gulp, I looked away and focused on my plate. Once again, I pick up my fok knife before tearing into a piece of chicken and eating it to keep my mouth occupied.

"The nightmares will soon stop, Genevieve."

My movements hold it, the folk in the air with the bite on it. Turning my head to him, I murmured, "what?"

Staring into my eyes, he repeated, " the night will stop."

"Wh-what nightmares?"

Tristan gave me a slight shake of his head. "The nightmares you experience every other day when you fall asleep. They will not happen anymore."

I refuse to acknowledge them and absolutely refuse the fact that he knew about them. No one knew.

"I don’t have nightmares every other day. I don’t know what you’re talking about. They can be occasionally. Yes, I have been through a lot—"

"You may be a good liar to everyone else, but you have never succeeded in lying to me. So why bother?" He gave a resigned sigh at the end like he was tired.

I blinked, gathering my wits. " I do not know what you talking—"

"Genevieve." Tristan said my name as a command. "You have an idea what I’m talking about. I know you are lying. How long do we have to continue this?"

He added, "I can continue it for as long as you want, but between you and I, may I remind you, one of us needs to sleep."

Nothing came to my mind as an answer, so I remained silent. My grip on the cutlery tightened as my nerves grew—

"They will not happen again. Tristan said, taking his win. "Never again."