The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 102: The Prince and the woman - II

Without having any more balance over myself, I fell to the ground by the force that he had thrown me away with. My hands immediately pushed forward somehow managing to cushion the fall and saving me from a great deal of pain.

I heard footsteps, both, coming my way and moving away from me. I felt Merilyn’s hands on me as soon as I heard the door being closed.

"Princess," she whimpered with a small sniff.

"It is alright." I found myself saying even before I realised that. "It is alright." I said once more but this time, to myself.

She helped me in standing up and I took a seat on the bed. I stared into nothingness as a thought about what had happened by closing my eyes . I realised that the prince had fallen in love with the woman or if it was just a small infatuation or perhaps he had just taken a liking to her but he really felt something for her that he did not feel for me.

I blinked the tears that fell to my cheeks as I thought about it all. The prince lysar did not love me, Prince Terrence did not love me and the man that I reciprocated feelings for was not a prince why I cannot marry him.

The word irony was never understood better by me.

Love was all around me but it was not for me.

I sniffed and wiped the tears on my tears. Duty was more important to me. Perhaps it would have not been if my mother was still alive and The throne would have gone to Estelle but since she was not here and the next heir could be anyone it was important for us to have backup which the queen would provide.

Another task I had to talk to her about.

"What now?" Merylin whispered as I casted a look at her. She was sitting down near my seat fidgeting with her hands as she nervously glanced up at me. She was scared.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "nothing now. We continue like we did earlier."

"But he hit you." She told me hurriedly with frantic eyes, "We must so something!"

"And pray tell my dear friend what would that be?" I asked and as she thought about it. " Think of Marilyn, if we tell the queen would side with her son and would not punish him with the punishment that should be given to him. If we tell my father about this he would not care enough to actually bring up the

e matter to anyone’s attention. At the end we are stuck in a situation where telling anyone or not telling anyone is the same option."

She wilted down after that. The hopeful expression on her face previously which was for the hope that someone will give me justice by punishing the prince will take down to something disappointed and broken. She had not expected the reality to be this harsh.

" What about the girl?" She said and I frowned.

Yes, what about her?

"By the look at The Prince’s face and how determined he was when he said those words it is obvious that she’s not going to be sent to hiding along with her child for the child birth aur even the duration of it. It means if she has a boy people will know."

" Yes but to think about it," she added, " people will know and it is also that you will not fall pregnant before the time she has given birth. By how big her stomach was it is obvious that she would be due in 2 to 3 months." She placed her head on my knee.

"If you are not married by then then he will be the prince’s heir."

Ah, the harsh reality.

" The queen will make sure of it," I ran my fingers through her hair, staring down at the beautiful mess in front of me, "she doesn’t want a bastard to be the next king."

She released a huge breath before muttering under her voice, " I do not like the queen. Something about her just unnerves me."

I twisted my lips slightly at the thought. She had no problem in advising me to kill the baby along with the woman. And Sakshi had advised me to kill the woman or together while the baby was inside her. It was quite cruel and queens were usually not like that but then again she was a queen without taking so obviously the world questioned her worth, she had to step up.

"Maybe. . ." I agreed. I felt something. . . around her too.

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We had an early dinner. The queen was not here and was busy with the court which is why I was dining with the prince alone.

I had a straight face. No longer the gender expression that I wanted to treat him with. He did not deserve it. For now all he could do was go to her and get all the gentleness he needed.

"Princess Genevieve,"

Ah, there it was, the word princess. Earlier when he was angry I had become just genevieve.

"Yes, your highness," I placed the cutlery down and give him all my attention.

He once again had a charming look on his face. This time I did not know whether he was doing it for the sake of conversation or because now I have come to know of the truth and perhaps he hoped that we had reached an understanding.

"How about we leave the formalities and the titles? We are about to get married in the course of two weeks and I would prefer if we started calling each other like we are supposed to as man and wife." He smiled at me and said, "Is that alright with you, Genevieve?"

I nodded curtly, "Yes, your highness."

He sighed tiredly. " Can we not be civil to each other?"

I stared at him Before sighing tiredly as well. " Perhaps we can. But I want you to remember that between a mistress and your wife, your wife will always hold the higher position." I stated my wants and he nodded.

" I understand that." He replied but did not look into my eyes as he said so. He casted his eyes down and focused on his plate.

I knew he was not honest.