The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 268: A day of preparations - III

I felt a shudder run down my spine at how to raw the wound looked. It was different then what I had seen on any maid. It looks like the person had taken a chunk out of his skin and it was healing but the blood had dried on the spot and was not cleaned.

Chiara was still yelling at the boy but I had enough of it. He looks like he was going to faint and I was sure that not going to be from the yelling but the blood loss.

"What happened to you?" I pointed to the right side of his neck. "Why are you not in the Infirmary?"

The boy paled even further.

"What’s going on?" I asked relentlessly, "someone else can take your work for now. You must have the treatment."

"I..it will h-heal.."

Even though the words barely left his mouth, I had them loud and clear and Chiara must have heard them too.

"Heal?" I scoffed, folding my hands in front of my chest. "Have you lost your mind? You have puncture wounds on your skin and I do not get questioning how you got them—"

"Genevieve," Chiara turned around and stepped closer before gripping my forearm.

When she had officially shut me up, she turned around to the boy but did not look at his face instead her eyes remained on his bloody neck. "Get it treated. Report my words to Anna and tell her that you can be off duty for the next two days."

The boy left but my eyes did not leave until he disappeared around the corner probably finding the stairs for the help.

Chiara left my arm and stepped back. I took in the sullen expression on her face. She was not happy and I could see the disappointment along with a hint of sadness on her face.

This was probably the first time I had seen her show any expression other than pride or happiness.

"You should not have been so hard on the boy."

"I was hard at the boy?" I parroted in disbelief. "Chiara, you were yelling at him!"

"Yes and in my defense, I did not see his neck." She snapped at me, making me take a step back at the sudden change in her temperament.

I took another step back, slow and mindful enough to not let her know. Even though I knew she would not bite me, I would still not put it past their nature.

That was who they were, and people do not change especially if sucking out blood was in their nature.

"Excuse me for that," she sighed before the expression of a proud woman took her face again. "It is the first mating ceremony in our family and as you can tell, it has been awfully stressful."

It must be. That was something I could relate to.

"I understand, Chiara."

She gave me a quick smile and nodded again but this time slower. "Get ready and be as beautiful as you can." She touched my chin almost lovingly. "Many of our relatives would be coming here. I want you to be introduced to all of them as Tristan’s bride."

My smile dimmed but I nodded nonetheless. " Excuse me," I stepped back and when she gave me a nod back, I walked away from her turned my back completely.

Tristan’s Bride; a bloodsuckers bride.

But also, I was going to be the flight of someone I had grown to love. Someone whose presence I yearned to have near me.

Someone who had taken time out and made sure that I had something to give to Marylin.

I was confused in my thoughts when I reach my room but stopped at the door. Rula’s fearful expression made me close my eyes in helplessness. What was I to do? These people needed an escape more than I needed someone to love me.

I chuckled and ironically, even my heart heard how sad it was. I did not need anyone to love me when I had spent almost half of my life searching for it.

I could spend time without love in my life. I had done that before and I could do that now. It was these people that needed my help more than I needed love.

These people needed an escape from here desperately and I could help.

I wiped away the straight year that have fallen from my left eye before changing my direction and walking towards the small library.

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"Are you sure, Your Highness?" Sir Walter asked as he placed the cup of tea in front of me. "You do know that you are not responsible for any of them."

"Hm," I took a sip before sighing in pleasure. The tea leaves were grown in my country and I could recognize the taste and fragments of them anywhere.

"Nice?" He smirked knowingly and I nodded. "My wife has a specific taste when it comes to its leaves and we always buy the one ground in her homeland." He explained. "She was born in the Northside of the country."

"Ah," now I understood. The north was rich when it came to the production of tea leaves and since the north was producing the tea leaves the people often used the unadulterated products.

I could understand why his wife did not prefer somewhere else.

"Now," he spoke after some minutes of silence passed between us. "Are you sure you want to carry out a small coup tonight?"

"A coup?" I laughed at that. "It is hardly a coop. I am helping those suffering to run away from them."

Sir Walter hummed loudly. "I have been at your mother’s side longer than you think. I was there by her side as his secretary before she was the queen and when she was in the training." He gingerly took a sip of his tea. "And what I have learned in my is by the Queen’s side, what’s your doing is called organizing a coup