The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 123: The king of the north - I

"How do we change that?"

"What?" I asked immediately thinking that I might have heard that wrong. Was he asking about my inputs to make him become better?

He answered immediately, "I care about my opinion in your eyes. If you think that you have the slightest fear of me and I want you to tell me how do I get rid of it. I want you to tell me what I should do."

I gulped and stared at him as a creature of fascination. Perhaps as if he was a unicorn who had appeared from my dreams.

Never have I ever imagined meeting a man who had such an upbringing to ask about what I wanted in a relationship.

"Well. ." I started but did not know what to say. Had never imagined myself to be in this situation. "I would like to know what kind of relationship you have with the king of the north."

" Oh?" He said loudly in surprise, feeling to conceal that.

I think you did not expect me to ask him that instead. "I thought about that," he told him honestly, "I did not think that if I asked you to let me go you would do that."

A small smile came to his face, not the one that I had grown used to seeing but somewhere close to that. "You’re right," he is cunning, "I am afraid, I would have denied that wish of yours." He held out his arm again, "shall we walk again, my lady?"

If I thought about it then walking meant that his eyes would be in the front and not stare into mine, keeping up a conversation at my end would be much easier. So, I took his hand and once again we started walking.

"Now, tell me, what is your relationship with the king of the north?" I stared at the side of his face as I asked him that. His face had changed slightly. His features got more sharp and across the colour of his eyes. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"We are. . . Acquaintances, as I could safely put it."

He hesitated there and I caught it. " What do you mean that you both are acquaintances? I find it hard to believe that King would. . "How should I put this more politely?

" With the merchant?" He finished off for me and gave me a charming smile at the end. " There is one thing that I can say for certain, I am not just a merchant."

" Then what are you?" I asked immediately. He had been revolving around the topic and had not yet taken a seat on. It was as if he was purposely avoiding and roaming around it.

"Something. . . someone." He shrugged and smiled at me once before looking away and straight ahead.

Well, he could skirt around the topic all you want but I was not letting it go. "You must be a nice acquaintance of the King because he let you keep me here. How about I meet the king and thank him personally for this?"

He stopped at that. "You want to meet the king of the north?" He asked and looked at me. Once again he was hiding his expressions and I did it if it were shocked or simply he was imagining a cunning answer behind that mask.

"Yes," I nodded. "I would like to thank the king."

"Well then, he is right behind you."

The words made me turn immediately. It was a man standing behind as who had said it and I had never seen him—

"You!" I pointed my finger at him as I accused, "I have seen you somewhere!"

"Perhaps you have," he nodded, "it is not often that I come to the rescue of a beautiful woman. In your case it was quite needed."

"Ye. . " He had saved me from the advances of that noble man that day. God forbid it whatever he had excuse me I would have been true if he had gone through with it and this man had not intervened.

"Well what are you doing here?" I frowned and looked around, "what are you doing in the north? I have heard no one can enter the north without the king’s permission."

He raised his eyebrows up, " well I am the king and I suppose I do not require my own permission to enter or exit my kingdom."

" Darius. . " Tristan gave him something that seemed like a warning glare. "Do not start here. At least for now."

"No, wait," I stepped in, "You are the king?" I asked in incredulously.

" Yes," he noted in all sincerity as a note or lying to me. How they assume that I would take this joke seriously?

" You want me to make this assumption that you are the king of the north?" I laughed.

His expressions hardened slightly. " Yes, I am." He stressed with a slight warning look in his eyes. He had taken insult to what I had said that he did not seriously expect me to believe that he was the king of a country.

"You—"

"I have had enough of this." He intervened, "us that I am not the king of this country because I am not talking to you would - head in the clouds. And talking to you with respect and if you cannot take care it’s not my fault. I am working without taking guards because I do not feel that my people will attack me in the slightest bit. Also I am not dressed heavily because I see no purpose in it."

I blinked back in embarrassment, it did make sense even if I did not want to agree in it.

" Oh. ." I muttered in my embarrassment, " well I—"

" Tristan," his eyes left him as he addressed the man next to me, " why don’t you bring lady genevieve to dine with us tonight. I think if he is well enough to run across the halls, she can have dinner with or without any problems."

I gulped at that, I think I just managed to encourage a king who killed people without remorse.