The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 278: Merilyn, a beautiful bride - I

I have to move all the way upstairs so that if anyone saw me coming down the stairs, they would know that I had been to my room and not into the kitchens.

I was also hoping that no one would catch my scent in the kitchens and the smell of food and blood would overpower it. Even though I had a hard time believing that Tristan would not catch it if he entered. If.

Rula had left me alone after she checked the whole corridor to make sure that no one was present and could witness me coming out of the servants hallway. After that I had been making my way downstairs into the grand ballroom where the ceremony was being hosted.

My steps Were hurried because I had taken and definitely could not risk being found out where I had been. When the doors finally came into my view and I released a sigh of relief before a hand curled around my elbow and pulled me making me yelp.

"Leav—mmh!" My voice was my fault by the hand on my mouth and my heartbeat grew frantic when I realised how familiar this situation felt.

I was on the verge of getting robbed of something precious even though it was no longer there.

The marks and scores of it remained on my body and soul and this was definitely going to add to them.

My eyes were closed and I felt myself being pushed against the wall. I gulped and did not open them—

"Open your eyes to, Genevieve," I felt his fingers on my chin, "allow me to see those beautiful sky coloured eyes."

I opened my eyes slowly to look into the red ones of Tristan. For a moment, aware of what I had just done, I looked at him carefully to observe for the remains of any kind of anger but found none.

Instead, I found those loving and admiring eyes that I had always seen on him more than I had seen them to be angry with me.

"You," I gulped, "why-what are you doing?"

Why had he pulled me into a corner when I was coming to him anyway?

He smiled lightly and I was mesmerised already. Tristan tapped my chin lightly as he answered, " I wanted to admire you from close. It is difficult with all the people inside, watching you like I should."

I frowned but could not control the smile. "They have to look at someone, Tristan."

"Yes, but not you,"

"and why not me?" I continued without hiding a smile.

"because you are mine to look at." He answered effortlessly and made me fall silent at the lack of words.

Speechless, I continued to stare at him as he looked at me with a small smile knowing what he had done.

"You should not say things like that," I chastised him politely. "It is not proper."

He hummed lazily before replying, "And so is standing with a man that is not married to you in a corner."

Humiliation burned through me and I could feel the red hue spreading across my cheeks. I open my mouth to rebuke—

"So tell me Genevieve, when is it that you will marry me?" His eyes twinkled in delight. "When will you allow me to make this wrong or right?"

When will I?

Perhaps the correct words would be, should I? The sudden stone of guilt weighed on me and for a moment I thought of what I had done. Did I deserve him? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Maybe I did deserve him but what someone did not deserve was having their truth ripped out just for someone to drink the blood. Someone who was supposed to protect the soulmate given to them but was clearly failing to do so.

If I deserve someone as loving and admiring as Tristan, so did many others who were having the opposite as him by their sides, scaring them to death on a daily basis.

For a moment, I wanted to prioritise myself and tell him when I wanted to do it, but they were others that needed my help more. Others who if I ignored today, would never receive help again.

"You are the king, Tristan," smiling,I patted his shoulder, "your relatives and people will notice our absence."

Tristan’s facial expressions changed. They falter for a quick second and I noticed.

"As you wish," he smiled once more, hiding the hurt I gave him without much effort before he stepped away and offered me his elbow.

I took it and turned forward as we walked towards the ballroom. My smile vanished slowly and I felt the tears building up and blurring my vision. I felt so cruel. Was I supposed to feel cruel when I was helping others run away?

I never felt cruel before when I helped people back in my country. So, why was I feeling cruel? Was it because I was stomping on his heart or rather mine?

"Genevieve," she called and from my elbow turned me around to face him. Unable to do so I lowered my face before the tears slipped down my cheeks and I started to cry.

"Why are you crying, Genevieve?" Tristan asked me with a concerned voice and I could not help but cry even more. "Genevive, tell me, let me take care of it for you."

"Would you forgive me?" I asked amid my cries. With a loud sniff, I shook my head while I whipped my tears realising how stupid it must have sounded to him.

His hands gripped my wrists, Making me look up at him and surprise. Tristan shook his head before his hands left my wrists and he held my chin in them.

"You could kill me and I would still forgive you, Genevieve." He tightened his hold over my cheeks. " There is nothing that you could do that would make me angry or something where I would refuse to forgive you."

I searched his eyes relentlessly for any lies or deceit but I found none. And with the hope that his words had given me, I hoped I would survive the aftermath of tonight.