The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 139: Protecting her - II

~Northern Palace~

"You have been a great leader and a king but sometimes the level of diversity that can be crossed by you is alarming." He threw the letter back onto the tray it had been brought in by the Messenger.

"Tell me Darius, how could you think of writing back to Anastasia telling her that Genevieve is actually alright and you have interest in knowing that she is married or not?" Tristan ground out the words in anger apparent to everyone.

Darius sighed loudly, seemingly tired of it all. "How is that the matter if I wrote her a letter or not? and I did not address the women directly. Of course the woman is aggrieved."

"Not my question." Tristan hissed at this beast coming forward as he could barely control His anger. Now the new vegina weavers and even though they had an army to protect her he still did not settle well with him.

Darius turned to his second in command; Arnold, "what do you think?"

He immediately opened his mouth as a ready to answer the question. He seemed to be prepared. "I do not know what your reasons were but from my point of view I think this was a rather risky step to be taken."

Darius rose his brows for a quick second before bringing them down again. "Do you know how this entire situation works in our favour?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Tristan turned to him with a snarl.

When Darius didn’t reply, Tristan almost pounced on him.

"Fine," he sighed, "the reason is that now Queen Anastasia knows that we have the princess. This will make her bring war, which she did. Two weeks might not even be enough for her to gather enough soldiers for it, but let me tell you when she comes here she is meeting her end."

Trisran closed his eyes. " How many times do I have to tell you that everything should happen on its own time?"

Darius directed his left hand to the letter in front of Tristan on the table. "It has."

His reply was still cheeky which is why Tristan did not bother replying. He always hoped to avoid a war because it never worked in anyone’s favour but now the queen was bringing them to war and there was nothing that any one of them could do about it.

"People are going to die, Darius. Who are we to do if everyone is going to die?"

The man scoffed. "I shall rule my own people and you will rule yours. It hardly affects what my original plan was, rather it has just quick and its pace to its destination."

" Are you having second thoughts?" Darius’s voice made Tristan turn to him. " Because if you are, this is not the right time."

"To what?" Chiara asked. She had walked into the room earlier but no one had noticed her presence in the tense situation. "Second thoughts about reclaiming your rights?"

"I just do not want bloodshed." Tristan repeated once again especially for the ears of his aunt. "If the army is gone and so are the people who are left on the land for me to rule? The crops?"

Chiara scoffed. "Us. Your own people would be the one that you would be ruling. Who cares for the humans? It was a human that killed your mother without remorse."

He closed his eyes at that. His aunt always knew how to twist and turn things according to her own pleasure.

Every one of them turned their attention immediately to the doors that opened to the loud bang.

A maid walked in with her with wide eyes and trembling legs.

"What is it?" Darius immediately stood up but did not know what the situation was pointing towards which is why he kept his distance from the women.

"She is gone." The woman repeated and her eyes turned towards Tristan, "The princess is gone."

Silence descended on them for a few moments before the entire room erected in chaos.

Without waiting for her to say anything else Tristan found himself in the room that Genevieve was staying in quickly. A rope was made out of the bed sheets and clothes along with dresses.

"This," he said as he took in the entire situation in front of him and then turns to his very best friend, "is the outcome of your letters."

"My letter?"

Anger surged his veins and he hissed slowly, love hissing voices heard by everyone and stepped away from the man. "Darius," several voices hissed from one man, "do you understand what you’ve done?"

"I do." He did. He really did now. "I did not anticipate the reaction to exceed such limits. I shall have everyone search for her immediately."

His beast already surfaced and he waited for No one’s call. Tristan himself within moments found himself outside the palace and in the dark. He now realised that he had actually not seen Genevieve since Anna had informed him that she had retired to bed early due to feeling quite unwell. Then the letter spectacle had taken his attention.

His nose smelled the sweet blood. Only it was not the sweet blood that would flow in one’s veins.

It was rather belonging to a completely different area of meaning and it was heavy in the air along with a stench.

A stench.

He stopped in the middle of the forest and behind him stopped the king of the North.

"What happe—" his nose twitched and his beast growled in anger.

He ran forward, his beast taking the charge. Genevieve was one of the pack members. He heard the snow crunching behind him and it was his second and his friend following him. Tristan got out of his stupor.

Tristan zipped past Darius and threw the man of Genevieve. He was red. Literal red.

Spit poured out of his mouth slightly at the sight of the man who stopped his beast hungered. Yet the first thing he did was, hold the man’s erect phallus and rip it from his body.

A scream emitted from him and so did the small whimpers from a woman.