The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 256: Genevieve’s Letter - II

"Now what do we do?" Taria asked after placing the letter back on Estelle’s lap. She had taken the liberty to take on herself to read the letter.

Estelle did not reply and continued to stare at the study table before she pulled out a scroll that was in between different charts and long sheets of paper. This piece of paper held the names of many people.

These were the names of the people that she would have to kill eventually. These were going to be a thorn in her way.

"We have to start with this list of people," Estelle waves to the paper that was longer than her hand around. "Augustus and his followers need to go away first. Every corrupt official needs to go away first."

"Every correct official would mean.." taria gulped, "every official." She finished with an uncertain and hesitant look on her face. She was not sure about any of it.

Estelle smiled at that. "Yes, it means I will have to kill every official that would favour a bastard over me."

"Wow," Taria blew out a breath. "And to think about it, we always considered murder a hienous crime and now we have to do it."

Estelle gave a bitter chuckle. She often wondered where it had all come to and when it had all gone downhill.

A knock came on hunt or and still looked outside from where she could see that it was still dawn. Who was here this early in the morning and not even begun?

Taria stood up giving a respectful known to the Royal figure before moving to the door and opening it.

"Yes?" Estelle heard her say before she started to pack her papers away. If someone was here, they could never see this. She would have to, unfortunately, kill them.

"Your highness," Taria neared her in a hurry, almost a frenzy state. "Your father. He is ill!"

Estelle was almost worried but when she heard that, she scoffed. "Must be some infection from fucking a whore." Another whore in the harem or a servant.

"No, no," Taria bent down and started to collect everything on the table to put it away. "The bad kind," she said, gathering everything, "the old age kind. The dying kind!"

Dying kind?! Estelle’s head snapped up. She handed over her collected papers to the maid before she made her way out.

A soldier stood there and with a nod, he took her to the infirmary.

Estelle ran to it, urging the soldier to do the same. Dying? She has not expected that. Death was too soon, even for a man she had long stopped loving.

The doors to the infirmary in the palace were for her but the people ans she charged in. She found him in the rooms reserved for the family.

Estelle stopped at the door.

There he laid, her father. Pale in complexion, with his eyes closed, he laid there as if already dead to the world.

She entered the room very slowly, mindful to not wake him up. It already seemed like he was dead to the world.

When she further stepped into the room, Estelle noticed something. She was the only one in the room except for the healer and the physician.

Her stepmother who was in relation to her father as his wife and her step brother who was his son were not present.

"What happened to him?" She whispered to the physician who stood beside her.

"Heart attack," he answered. "He was lucky that they were people who caught him. Otherwise it would have been difficult for him to survive."

Oh my, her eyes closed for the briefest of moments. She could have lost her father.

"It was that bad." She commented.

The physician explained, "it was bad enough that if he was not brought in or even if he was a moment late, he wouldn’t have survived."

Gods, no.

Estelle shook her head and off those thoughts. She shouldn’t think about that.

Of course, he was going to die. Everyone was going to die one day and his time would come sooner than later.

It was then when the old man opened his eyes with a tired expression on his face, Estelle took a step forward and near his bed.

"Father," she breathed out the word. It felt painful to do so. It had been a long time since she had spoken the world without any malicious intent behind it.

"You?" He croaked out and squinted his eyes at his eldest daughter. "..go..."

Go? Estelle’s eyes widened before they dimmed. Go?

He wanted her to go?

"Did he also send the others away?" That was what she murmured to the physician who shook his hand.

"We sent guards to everyone but only you have arrived." He answered with a sad smile. He understood.

Estelle give a last look to her father before she looked at her hands and walked out of the hospital room. If he did not want her there then there was no reason for her to stay.

Her father was going to die soon which meant the internal wall that Genevieve had asked her to start would come sooner than she had anticipated.

Estelle swiftly arrived at her quarters where her lady-in-waiting was waiting for her. Her study table was cleared and there was no remains of any paperwork that she had made for herself. No plans of the future remained.

Everything had been wiped clean, because no one was the first to see what was going on.

Estelle moved toward the would keep their paperwork and pulled out the list that she had in her hand previously.

"We have to start now," Estelle Muttered as she underlined the names. "Ask the chef to prepare blueberry pastries three times a week."

Taria’s eye flickered to the list and she took it. Hesitation was clear on her face but so was the determination.

"I understand," She replied, "soon."

"Soon." Estelle repeated as her eyes were trained to the sunrise. Another day had begun.