The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 242: The unfair rule - III

I considered not opening my eyes but that was not going to get me anywhere which is why I slowly opened them.

He was already looking at me for soft eyes. "Welcome back to the land of living, Genevieve."

Living, he said. "Did anyone die?" I asked in a raspy voice. "Please, be honest with me sir. Did anyone die in the morning?"

Something shifted in his eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. He shook his head. "No, no one died." He answered.

So killing was not the motive than what was?

"Why would you scare people into submission if you did not have the intention of killing anyone?"

Dawson moved away and came back with a glass of water in his hand. Passing it to me he spoke, "the intention is to never kill anyone, Genevieve. I want you to understand and remember that. Killing anyone even when we are in the thirst of blood is the least of what we want which is why scaring them into submission was more to make them realise that they are not powerful when it comes to stand against us."

"But that was not nice." I argued. " So doesn’t Christian once talk to me about the harmony he wanted to have in between the two but if this continues to happen then there isn’t going to be one. There will never be peace."

"Peace is something we will never have until decades pass." He repeated the words I once heard. "They need to get used to the idea of us ruling them. Otherwise they will always try to rebel and rebellion will only have their blood shed in vain."

He looked at the glass in my hand, "Please drink this. This has medicine in it."

I glanced down at the glass before raising it to my lips and taking a sip only to spit it back. "What is this!" I gagged slightly. I had never tasted anything so. . . Forgive me God, disgusting. This was one of the worst medicines I had ever tasted.

He chuckled, looking away. "This," he pointed to the glass in my hands, "is a herb used for increasing in humans. You need that for now."

When he said that my hand reached over and lightly raised over the wound covered in cloth. This is the third time I had been hurt here. "It was a stone, was it not?"

He nodded. "Good hit, it was. It drew a lot of blood and the wound is pretty deep."

"Oh," I whispered and glanced at the glass which contained dark liquid inside. "Please?" I begged as I raised the glass towards him to take away.

He shook his head with a smile. "Drink it."

I shook my head. It was too bitter.

He huffed, "If you do I will have a maid from the kitchens bring you something sweet to eat immediately after." He bartered and I glanced at the bitter liquid.

Closing my eyes, I brought it to my lips and inhaled it in not giving a chance to my tongue to savour the flavour. I gulped the liquid quickly and my face twisted and discomfort at the aftertaste.

"Here, drink this."

Opening my eyes slightly I could see another glass faced in my direction. Without thinking twice, I took it and sipped it greedily once realising that it was water.

I sighed and raised the empty glass to him as my eyes glanced back and forth the water jug. Understanding what I meant, Dawson put some more water and this time I sipped it with patience.

"I don’t understand," I tell him, "Why would Lara give a speech like that. How does that work in anyone’s favour?" Is anything it would only make everyone scared. How was someone supposed to respect you if they were just scared?

He shook his head. "Unfortunately I do not have the answer to that question. Unlike my wife, I do not like to dabble in politics. My area of interest has always been healing."

Then I was talking to the wrong person it seemed. Sir Dawson could not get the answer to my question even if he wanted to. Since he had no interest in them, he would never show interest in understanding them.

I looked at the window in the far corner of the room. From what I could see there was no blaring Sun which only mean one thing. "Is the evening?"

He nodded. "Yes, near the nighttime. However for you, I would have you rest here instead." He glanced at the wound on my hand. "The bleeding was too much. The wound was much deeper than we first thought it would be. I think sending you to stand on the outlines was not much favourable than we thought."

"What?" I kept the cup on the table beside me. "That was done on purpose?" That was done on purpose to not hurt me?

He nodded. "When people do not like to hear anything announced by the royal family. Then they did think of hitting them with stones or wven Rotten tomatoes. Unfortunately you were caught in the crossfire."

"Even more unfortunate was being hit by a stone and not rotten tomato." Talk about luck. I had not been blessed with any other than the crown that rested on my head for few years.

"He is here," Dawson stood up and looked at me, "I should leave now. Do not worry Solomon and Allen stand outside the door. If you feel threatened in any way, you must call them at once in a clear and raised voice. Do you understand what I am telling you, Genevieve?"

If he had to warn me about calling someone while meeting Tristan, it scared me to no limits. Nevertheless, I nodded. At least there was someone that could help me get out of it.

Just as sir dosent open the doors to walk out Tristan walked in and his eyes immediately landed on me.