The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 416: Imprisoned- III

It took my sister some time, maybe a lot of time but she stopped crying. Her sobbing down to sniffles which had been a tattletale sign since she had been an infant that her crying session had come to an end.

Whenever Catherine cried in front of me, it always hurt me physically, and I always tried to take away the problem for her. Only this time, I was incapable in every way of doing so. The realization of this incapability made me compare myself to Marilyn. She would have been able to take Catherine and herself to safety.

I shifted away from her slightly, and ignored her attempt to get closer. Taking her chin in my hand, I angled it upwards to get a look on her face, at least as much as I could in the dark.

I spoke gently, "I understand that we are in a situation that feels very doomed. But I promise you, dear one, we will get out of this. I will make sure that you get out of this. Do you understand me?"

Her eyes filled with tears once more, as my sister shook her head negatively. "I don’t want you to die at my expense. Why must I always be protected by someone else?!"

I sighed. "Because you are young. Had I been in a position you are in, I would have been protected by someone as well."

She sniffed and just placed her head on my shoulder. Silence, it was then.

Catherine moved away after sometime. "I’ve not even been in love. Do you— Have you ever been in love, Genevieve?"

My mouth opened before it closed on its own. How was I to answer that? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"You have!" She accused me. "But wh— is it the king? The vampire king?"

Did I love Tristan?

It was a question that was always in my mind. Whether I loved the Tristan who was a merchant or the Tristan who was a king and someone who had bared himself in front of me about who he was?

When he was a merchant, Tristan had a lot from Me, but since he had become a king, in his words, all I had to do was ask a question and receive the answer I wanted.

But Catherine’s question was, whether I loved him?

"Do you remember the merchant I told you about, whom I met in Lethoris?" I ask her with a smile as I remembered I may not have made myself entirely clear when I was telling her everything.

She nodded, her eyes wide and curious to know everything.

"The merchant was no one other than Tristan, who, at the time was human—"

She gasped.

I nodded, continuing, "I have been in love for a very long time, dear Sister. I just have not had the courage to acknowledge it."

I had been a coward so far. Tristan had been courageous so far, pushing and pushing his way through in my life, where I always thought of him whenever I did something. Somehow, he had found himself built in my mind, keeping himself there, even if he was not present with me physically.

He had established himself in my mind so well, that even when I wanted to lose the hope of living, I found myself, hoping to come. In fact, believing that he was going to come for me and my sister.

"You do?" Catherine asked. "You have left time for so long?"

I nodded.

"Then.. does he know?"

Now, I shook my head. "I never told him."

"Why ever not?"

"Cowardice." I answered. " I was a coward to not tell him how I felt. I can give you various reasons why I felt it was not the right time to tell him anything. I was afraid of him, afraid of who he was, afraid of my commitments to my kingdom... I never thought of accepting my feelings, so if you have to learn something from your elder sister, learn to fall in love, and enjoy it."

Catherine gulped. "But would I even get a chance of falling in love? I don’t think Queen Anastasia plans on letting us live."

"Not Queen, do not call her a queen. She is the queen of no one. Simply take her name, do you want, do not give us the power of becoming a queen. And as far as killing us, she will not be able to harm you and I promise that."

"How do you know that?" She sniffed.

"Tristan." I said his name like it was an answer and an explanation in itself. It was. Given who Tristan was, and who had achieved to become, he had the power to come for us.

I kept on looking at my sister’s face, watching as she thought of various scenarios, and one in particular that I did not want to think of. I knew one thing for sure that she was going to ask.

"What if he does not come?"

I remembered of all the times he had come. Whenever I had run away from him, he had always come chasing back, and this time, I was taken away from him. There was absolutely no chance that my Tristan would not come to take Me back with him.

"He will come, Catherine. I believe it with everything I have in me." I kissed her forehead and brought her closer so that she could rest it against my shoulder just like she had done previously. "Now I want you to fall asleep. Preserve your energy until they come." Because we were most likely not going to be fed.

If they had kept us here out of everyone’s eye, then no one was going to make an attempt to feed us.

Anastasia had been told by her brother to hurry up. So we were probably going to be kept hungry until they finally decided what use we were going to be to them.

I heard her snores and let out a light sigh of relief. She had fallen asleep.