The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 224: Chains again?

I did not know if anyone was staring at me or not but I could feel eyes on me time and again. I had kept my head lowered and looked at my lap constantly.

This was stressing me. Why did someone have to come up with the tradition of sitting on a mate’s lap? From a glance that I gave around the room I could tell that not many were sitting like this.

Then why were we?

I tilted my head up and turned to Tristan. "Not many are sitting like this. Do we have to?"

"A king must set the right example, my love." He spoke and his eyes shined. "Why are you not comfortable? Do you want to lean against me?"

I looked away. He was doing this on purpose! I bit into another bite and before I knew it breakfast was over and Tristan was escorting need to my room to rest.

"Solomon," I addressed him outside the door while Tristan was standing with me, "can you bring me Diwal? That boy is not come back to see me and lord knows where he is."

"I know," Bert chimed in, "the kitchens have complained about the constant stealing of food and icing the boy has something to do with it."

I huffed before laughing slightly. "Tell me to come see me."

I moved in the room before I remembered, I had not seen sir Walter in a long time. My eyes move to my writing desk as my thoughts are trailed forward. Did he submit the letter? Was he successful or had he been caught?"

I turned around and opened the door. Only Bert stood there.

"I do not think I can rest without reading a good book," I muttered a wry excuse, "I shall walk to the library and get myself one." I smiled and stepped out of the room hoping that he would not follow me on my way to the library.

But that did not happen. Bert silently followed me behind and I bit my lip. If he continued to come behind me then he would know that I was meeting sir Walter and not just picking out a book. Was the first he would hear what I was talking about with sir Walter too.

This was not good.

I hissed slightly and touched my throat. That pug up his attention because he immediately came in front of me with a concerned expression on his face. "What is it? Are you in pain?"

I cleared my throat as I shook my head. " Can you please get me something warm to drink? Water they would do fine too."

He nodded and within a blink of an eye he vanished into the air. Perhaps he was just as fast as Tristan was or maybe all of them were.

Given how fast they traveled, I turned around and started making my way to the library with even quicker pacers. I was almost running.

The doors came into view and I slammed myself into them making it open with my weight as it closed behind me. I was in.

"Who—your highness?" Sir Walter’s suspicious expression turned into a worried one when he noticed me standing with my back against the doors and breathing heavily. Running was something I could never do.

"Is it done?" I whispered breathlessly to him. "Did you send it?"

Recognition flashed in his eyes as he nodded his head. "Yes, I sent it that very day." He informed me. "However, it might take a day or two for you to have a reply. The messengers do not stop unless it is for a night’s rest."

That was good. That meant they would take half the time to reach Melenmore and back.

That was good, I gave a sigh of relief.

I nodded and stepped ahead, away from the door. My breathing came back to normal.

I nodded again and sir Walter stepped back as we both walked into the library with the seating area.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he poured some water in a glass before handing it to me.

I took it gratefully. "Yes, I am fine." I was as fine as I could be. "Do you know anything new?" I wanted to have as much as information I could and sir Walter was one of most trusted resources that I had.

He sighed. "Not yet," he shook his head tiredly. "Many people have been turned willingly, I know that and they are fiercely loyal to their king. There is not one secret that can be spoken out."

"If they are fiercely loyal then that means that Tristan is a good king." I murmured to myself. With the justice that he had provided the deceased victim’s father against the landlord’s children it was obvious that riston was a good king. He could have ignored it like any other king and so could have his officials but he had provided them with good punishments.

"Indeed." Sir Walter agreed. "Even his officials do show excellent bureaucracy so I feel and I often observed that no one is overburdened. In fact even the funds given to this library have increased." He was impressed.

It was not something anyone could do and that was impressing a royal secretary especially the one directly involved with the king of the queen. If sir Walter was impressed then I felt my opinion change slightly.

Yet my main concern was the letter. Is estelle agreed to the help then I knew it would be only a moment’s time for the creatures of the dark to attack my kingdom and make my sister sit on the throne.

It would be great if she agreed and in my mind I knew that she would.

"What did you write in the letter?"

I looked at him as I spoke, "I was offered a proposal and I sent it to her."

A frown marred his face. "wh—"

The doors opened and in came Bert with a tea cup in his hand. A tea cup.

The sight of him holding a teacup in his hands made me giggle slightly but I covered my mouth.

The only saying I was concerned about as I saw him nearing us was whether he had heard a word or not.