The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 198: A letter to estelle - I

It had always been in front of me yet I had never acknowledged it. Of course I was supposed to be the ladder that Estelle was supposed to climb. I was the one who was to provide her with countless resources for her journey to the throne from the kingdom that I would marry into.

I had always been that one step in her journey and I just realised that my entire life was based on that.

I scoffed as I looked at the roof. How had I never acknowledged that fact when it had been right in front of me always.

I was supposed to marry Terence from the beginning of time but the only outcome out of it that Estelle and I had created was for her and not me.

Even Lysar had offered this to me and his mother too. They all had offered me something that I was supposed to help my sister big but what about me?

"Genevieve?" Merylin softly spoke as she touched my hand to get my attention, "forgive me I spoke too much."

"No," I murmured, still Looking up, "you spoke enough." It was just what I needed.

How, I continued to wonder, I never saw how I was putting myself forward for Estelle to jump on.

I finished eating and Marilyn, according to Dawson’s instructions, told me to take a nap until dinner when she would arrive back with the food. Merilyn also told me that if I needed her presence before then all I had to do was call one of the Guards in and summon her.

The chains were still wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I wanted to walk, desperately.

If I had to relieve myself, a maid was to help me.

My mind went back to how I was able to react in the situation. Everyone had offered me help for my sister and now I realised that they had never offered anything to me. Every proposal had been for my sister.

I felt bad. . Bitter and I never felt like that. Ever.

I gasped for air. I felt such hate for my sister all of a sudden. How come everything had been about her and I had never noticed rather I had always kept her in front of me.

Estelle had always been like that and I had never noticed it. I had always let it slide because she was my sister.

But now that Marylin had finally put some light on it, was I supposed to let everything go?

Estelle still needed my help because every minister, whether they were with my mother or not, preferred to have a king sit on the throne instead of a queen. She needed a force that would stand behind her and I could provide her that.

It was only a small sacrifice on my part. I could do that at least for my sister. After all, it was going to be my home that she would be ruling and it would not be in the hands of a man that was set to ruin it all.

But before that I needed to get back to Estelle which was much more difficult now because I was no longer in my chambers and I had no idea how I would get to sir Walter to give him the letter.

My eyes moved to the door. Maybe I did.

"Bert?" I yelled, looking at the door. "Are you there?"

He came in almost immediately, "Please don’t yell," he winced, "I can hear your voice very easily even if you whisper."

"Oh," I mumbled, "I understand!" I screamed with a smile on my face as he cringed.

"Please do not make me beg," he pleaded, making me Chuckle, "should I call Merilyn?"

Should he?

According to this I had two options. Both of them were equally dangerous if I was caught. However Marilyn has changed sides and I did not have much of a choice with her.

"No," I shook my head, "could you call the man, librarian, from the smaller library on the healers hallway? I need to ask him for a few books. It would help me to read and have a nap."

"Oh, I understand," he bowed his head," I shall call the man immediately." He moved out of the room at once, closing the door on his way out.

That was successful. But it also meant that they were trusting me.

It made me feel guilty about what I was doing but was I doing anything wrong if I was only writing a letter to my sister and involving her in myit made me feel guilty about what I was doing but was I doing anything wrong if I was only writing a letter to my sister and involving her in my proposal to know if she was going to go through with this or not?

I waited with bated breath for him to come back and when he did Sir Walter entered behind him.

He looked sullen, serious for this. "Your highness," he bowed.

"Please, at ease," I said immediately, not giving him a chance to continue bowing to me.

He stood straight and raised a few sheets of paper. "I have brought a paper and a I will for you. If you could provide me with the names of the books that you want I shall bring them immediately."

Perfect. I nodded and watched as he came closer and his eyes went to the chains that way binding me still to the bed.

I averted my eyes. This was embarrassing.

"Here," he gave them to me and I had to think.

Bert was still standing at the door.

I need,

a mistaken Letter of the prince,

the betrayal of the my Family,

poetry of sir William,

a cruel Sister,

the history of the house.

I had the Quill in my hand thinking of what more I could write. I knew that Sir Walter would understand where I was coming from. Every book had a meaning.

"This is it." I handed them back to him, "hurry." I whispered and he nodded.

He understood this, and I’d hoped he would understand what was written in there.