The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 223: His mind - II

~Tristan~

Darius walked out of the cell only to stand in front of it.

This time Tristan walked in. He stood in front of the pile of women before extending a hand into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. He did it into the file of women and held it up in front of it, inspecting what it was.

"That’s vomit." Darius informed Tristan but the latter did not reply.

Tristan inspected it very carefully before making any assumptions. It was blood but by the colour of it which was the darkest shade of red and not all the colour of blood it became obvious that this blood was rotten from the inside.

Rotten blood could only mean one thing. Poison.

But how was a poison supposed to work in such a way that it would rot the blood of a wolf but not kill him? Because the main purpose should have been to kill the creature.

Allan appeared on his side. "It is poison." He stated confirming the suspicion of the Vampire king.

"It is." Tristan whispered before dropping the handkerchief and moving out of the cell. "It is the poison and rotten blood." Tristan turned around to ask the healer, "how did he vomit? Was it the blood first or just the poison and spit?"

The healer blinked twice as he appeared to be thinking about it. After a moment of thought he answered, "both were together I suppose. He did not vomit the poison first."

"How does that have to concern anything of what we are dealing with?" Darius snapped. He was at the end of his wits. He had never seen such a threat on his people and when an unknown poison was found he could only do what any leader would do.

"It is not just any blood but rotten blood that means the poison was not going to kill him like any other we have known. This poison is new and it can kill us," Tristan pointed to the vomit. "Because of which I have to agree with the healer. The quantity was far less than needed for the poison was just diluted which is why the wolf could fight it. Otherwise, I do not think that he was meant to go feral."

Darius’s eye twitched. He did not like what he was hearing.

"I do not like to be the bearer of bad news but there is another possibility," Arnold added, "what if it was diluted on purpose and just meant to kill?"

"As in," Allan raised a finger and pointed to the wolf, "are you saying that the poison was diluted on purpose to be given to him to make him go feral otherwise it would have killed him too?"

Arnold looked at Darius who seemed to be deep in thought. "Aye," he nodded to Allan.

"Then we are in much more trouble than we thought." Allan tsked. "A new poison can mean a human inventing it."

Tristan opened his mouth but did not say something when he focused on what his ears were picking up. "We need to go." He said instead of what he was originally going to say. "The breakfast is ready and they are looking for us."

Darius rubbed his eyes. Without waiting for anyone to say something he simply turned around and started walking up stairs. There was no use of making small talk when all of them were stressed about a new threat.

Everyone in the corridor bowed to them out of fear. The two kings; kings of the supernatural creatures were walking together of course it was something to be scared of.

The doors to the breakfast hall were opened and Tristan held his grimace in. He would rather eat with his family in an intimate dining hall on their floor than with twenty other people.

She would rather prefer to eat with the woman who appears to be sitting on the right side of the king. His Genevieve.

His eyes squinted at her who looked away from him immediately. She was staring at the cutlery and the glass of water. He smirked. Traditions were a good favour to him even though he had commanded everyone not to sit at the table with the expectation of traditions being carried out especially under genevieve did not resume The throne as the queen.

He sat in the seat for the king but looked at the queen to his right. He leaned in, "The tradition, Evie." He whispered before leaning back into the chair. He watched her think about what he said. She was a little slow to him.

Her eyes widened and she looked down. The red filled her cheeks to the brim. He watched in silent amusement.

So innocent. So untainted.

His.

The one thing that irritated him was the mark on her neck which was just temporary. He wanted it to be permanent but her consent mattered more.

He raised his arm and held out his hand for her to take. She shyly glanced at everyone in the room, something she did frequently before placing her hand in his, getting up from her seat and sitting on his lap.

Her scent, the only he could smell whenever he wanted, filled his senses. He leaned in slightly to take more greedily.

The plate for her breakfast was kept in front of him and without missing a beat his hands move forward before her s and settled the first bite. The instinct of his beast was satisfied. She was well fed and protected. His mark was on her neck even though temporary but it was there.

"I have had enough," he looked down when he heard her gentle and soft voice. She looked at him with those Big doe eyes. Eyes of an innocent dear. Eyes of a prey.

"Not yet," he told her with a small smile, just for her, "my pleasure is not enough to kill you when you are not receiving it on a daily basis. You must eat properly if you want to heal on your own."

That mad her think of something but before he could gauge what it was she turned around and was ready to be said by his hands.

Ah, well, it was not a day’s work.