The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 137: Protecting her - I

"Ah. ." He groaned and hissed. The feeling was the best.

"Do you like it your highness?" The girl giggled as she placed his phallus in between her breasts. The warm cushioning breasts.

"Don’t talk," he grunted and took hold of her hair before slamming her mouth down on him.

Fuck, he relished this. Or at least try until he could forget about her. Wherever she was.

Ropes shot out and the girl swallowed. He continued to lie down on the bed as his breathing came down to normal. He did not bother getting up as the girl stood up and backed away into a corner and kneeled for him.

"Go now." He ordered and walked away after hearing that at once. It was common now for the prince to ask them to leave after they had their mouth on him. He would never touch them otherwise.

He sighed as the door closed and the only movement he made was to cover himself.

The doors slammed open. "Brother!" A loud voice rang out, making him hiss in irritation. Hixton did not know when to shut up.

"What?" He muttered, closing his eyes and ignoring his brother’s presence.

"Our spies have brought news from the kingdom of Astria. As expected, the queen is up to no good but this time I think she has crossed all the limits."

That was enough for him to open his eyes and set up on the bed with full attention. " What?"

Hixton looked around the room and twisted his face. "I do not want to stay in a room where you have fucked." He sighed and stood up Knowing well, "I think when you are over and done we can talk."

"Don’t be a bastard Hixton," he growled and stood up, "walk out to my room then." He walked away in quick steps. His room was a way which is why he wanted to cover as much distance as he could and the shortest amount of time.

On reaching there Hixton huffed and puffed dramatically, "a brother I think I have watched too much. Would you mind massaging my thighs a little?" He cooed as he pressed onto his shoulders.

At the end of the bridge of his patience, Lysar pulled out the dagger he had once taken from the princess and aimed at his brother. He shot and Hixton missed it by mere inches.

Lysar stalked towards him. "I am not joking anymore. Spit it out, now!"

It was never hard to tell when his second brother was joking or not and right now he was as angry as he had ever seen him which is why the young one did not think twice before telling him what he knew.

"You were trying to find out where the princess was. It has been known that the King of the north has written to the queen to ask whether or not Princess Genevieve is married to the prince."

North? Lysar narrowed his eyes. How the fuck did she reach there? It should have been impossible for someone like her to reach without many connections and given the state she was in it was obvious that she did not have many.

Hence the question remained how did she reach the north in the first place?

"I know," the younger brother replied as if had read his elder brother’s mind. "Not only that, the queen has asked the king of the north to hand over princess Genevieve for some kind of betrayal. She has asked them to give the princess to them willingly otherwise she would launch an attack on them."

" What?" He spat incredulously at the audacity of the woman. "She thinks that she can venture into the kingdom of the north; that no one has ever come out to tell the tale and actually win the war against the King we know nothing of?" He scoffed.

Hixton shrugged. "They have a strong army brother. Almost in comparison to us. So, if they want the good actually even with a good strategy."

That was true.

But there was something missing. "She gave them an open threat, so she knows that if they do not give the princess up, it is obvious that they would be ready for war."

" But," Hixton raised a finger, "do tell why would they not give a princess up?" He didn’t have a point there. Even though Hixton knew better than to give an inkling to the possibility he made sure that his brother knew what he was getting himself and the Kingdom into if he even thought about it.

Going to war was not easy and was a huge decision.

Lysar’s eyes moved to the dagger that was stuck on the wall now having a great distance between itself and his brother. Ruby on its hilt shined and caught his eye immediately. He had intended to give it back to his princess but she had left before he could. His mother made sure that he did not know of it before she had reached her Kingdom.

"I hope so," he prayed, "I hope so. Why would someone give her up?"

Hixton scoffed. "We do not know what relationship she has with The King of the north but it is quite understandable that she does not have a blood relationship with him. If he does not have a blood relationship with him why would he try to protect her? One would give her up for the survival of his Kingdom."

Lysar gulped at the possibility. He didn’t want her to die. That mother’s tail could never stand up For The woman he was to marry. Genevieve was a fool to choose Terrence over him.

Genevieve, he closed his eyes. It meant that she was safe and sound.

"Are they married?"

Hixton blinked, "What?"

"Well," Lysar waved his hand around impatience, "did the spy tell you if she were married to the prince or not? Is their marriage recognised?"

Hixton shook his head. "No, why?"

He smiled, genuinely he did. He was going to bring her home.