The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 181: The crown of a king - II

I licked my lips, slightly wetting them, at the sight of the hand awaiting mine. The sound of the screaming did not stop and by the depths of the man truly needed help.

The curiosity in me was dying to know what was going on which is why I placed my hand in Tristan’s.

Suffice to say the man was in no hurry to move as he patiently waited out with his hand held out. By the sly look over his face it was obvious that Tristan knew I would end up placing my hand in his.

It was in front of the Grand courtroom. Which meant it was either that the villagers was not being entertained properly as he wanted his problem to be he was simply awaiting the word that form the king without waiting in line.

But with the helpless log and the cries he admitted it must be something else.

"What is it?" Tristan’s loud and firm voice made everyone go quiet. Even the men quietened down and turned towards the man who was standing next to me. "The hours of working are not over yet. I would tell you to go and wait for your turn."

The man shook his head. The villager must have recognised the power that Tristan held given that he had a Crown over his head. If the village was not assuming Tristan to be the king then he was aware of him being a member of the royal family.

"My daughter Your Highness, they took advantage of my daughter and left her hanging!" He cured out as he fell to his knees.

"Hanging?" I repeated in a whisper I prayed to God that it was not what I was thinking.

"They hanged her to a tree and left! They did not even leave her alive after defiling her. Justice, my lord, justice!"

I gasped and stepped back.

I have no words to define the horror that the man must have felt when he saw his daughter like that.

The man cried in front of us. Big fat tears were coming out of his eyes as he joined his hands and in front of Tristan and needed in front of him.

"They—," he heaved slightly to catch his breath, "the landlord’s son and his friends did this, my lord. They always thought that my daughter was beneath them and they were waiting for this opportunity."

I closed my eyes and lowered my head. How many times have we experienced the abuse of power? This happened so many times that I had lost count of this.

Of course, they thought that the farmer’s daughter was beneath them. Of course the landlord’s son thought that he was powerful enough.

I felt ashamed. I felt petrified for the girl and what must she have seen before death. I held my arms in front of me as they touched my stomach to pinch myself slightly and not cry. I could barely keep a hold on myself.

"What do you want us to do about it?" Tristan said and the man stopped crying, "Your Highness?"

"I said what do you want us to do about it," Tristan repeated and even while I was looking at him, "they must be something you expect us to do."

The man opened his mouth to say something before closing it. Overcoming his shock he finally said, "I want justice, my lord."

"And in justice?" Tristan probed further.

I watched the man inside shock and hidden fear. What was Tristan doing? With what sir Walter had told me how was Tristan supposed to make his own standing and image in front of people?

Even the villager who were the father of the victim looked shocked at the approach that Tristan had.

"I. . ."

"Yes?" Tristan encouraged him further. "Tell me what do you think about it."

The man stared at Tristan as if he did not believe him before a furious expression took on his face. "I want them to suffer. I want them to feel exactly what my daughter must have felt when they were taken away. I want their father to feel what I feel as a father right now!" His voice raised as he gradually got more strong in his resolve. The man looked like you wanted this to happen with all his might.

"I want their father to feel as helpless and powerless as I did!"

After he spoke his words I slowly turned towards Tristan to look at his reaction. Not only me the entire ministry from Tristan’s side turned to him.

He smiled.

I blinked in shock at the sight of that.

"Good," he nodded towards the man, "have you eaten?"

The man stared at Tristan before slowly shaking his head in no.

"Mariah," he called and a woman stepped forward, "please make sure that the man is felt before we leave for his village tonight."

The man stood up in his hurry before joining his hands and bending his back in front of Tristan. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Mariah step forward and stop the man before she took him to to the direction of the kitchens.

"Sir," Vaughn step forward and I realised that more of them must be here. The entire group of Tristan’s must be here. "May I prepare for the trip?"

"Not really," Tristan answered brother dryly which took me by shock. "We are not going there but bringing them here. Send out a messenger for the concerned landlord and his sons friends. Tell them by the order of the king they must be here by tomorrow afternoon."

Vaughn bowed and stepped back ten paces before walking away.

"What are you thinking of doing?" I asked him a Hushed voice, "you promised the man justice."

" No," he took my hand in his instead of holding it out like previously and started walking, "I mainly had asked the man his idea of justice and he gave me that."

" So?"

"So, my love," he sighed as the Guards opened the room to the dining hall, " it’s time you learnt that justice cannot be served in just one way."