The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 279: Merilyn, a beautiful bride - II

How many weddings or wedding ceremonies had I attended in my life? Most of them were of Royal families or members of the court where we were attending and in most of them the bond created between the two was arranged and not chosen.

Perhaps that was the reason why Merilyn was the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. The dress she wore was beautiful but I had seen more luxurious dresses than those that had taken at least months to be crafted but even with a gown that was nowhere in comparison to the one that needed months of artwork, Merilyn appeared to be the best.

I could not turn my eyes away from my friend who looked like she was the happiest she had ever been in her life.

My friend had also worn the jewelry that I had gifted her and not the one that had been presented to her.

Warmth bubbled in my heart knowing that she had ignored the customs of wearing the jury passed to her by generations of women and chose to wear the ones that I had presented her.

"Do you not want to go near her?" I jumped at the sudden voice of Tristan behind me not expecting him to be there.

I gave him a pointed look, "you scared me."

Tristan playfully tugged on one of his ear. "I apologise." He did not look even near to be apologetic for what he had done.

I chuckled before looking back at the couple. "No, I have never seen her this happy. I just want to admire her from afar."

"Why from afar?"

I sighed lazily. "You are his friend. Why are you not standing close to Alan?"

A dip formed on his forehead and he glanced at me, "because everyone will flock towards the king."

"and I am said to be your beloved," I pointed out the fact, "what do you think I will do when I am near her?"

These were not just suspicions that I was making or assumptions or imaginary bases but the ones that I had actually observed in the room. Time and again, I would find people’s eyes on me and many of them to try to make conversation but no one, any longer, approached me because Tristan was standing by my side.

His happy expressions sobered up. "You are not said to be my beloved. You are my beloved, Genevieve."

I smiled quickly before turning to look away from him. Sure, I was his said beloved. It could be also the reason why I felt attracted to him in the first place too.

"why is it that I can never hold your attention, Genevieve? Every time we are together you are always thinking about something else other than me." His words were whispered in my ear. He must’ve bent down to say them.

I did not know what to say. "I do not know, Tristan."

He sighed heavily. "What do you constantly think of? Why do you not leave your worries to me?"

Upon hearing the unusual words, I turned around to look at him questioningly.

He nodded. "Let me worry for you, let me fight your battles for you, Genevive. Why don’t you let me take care of it all for all?"

Had I not already done that? Had the people living and serving this palace not done that? He had failed them.

His failure to protect them had led us to the point where I could not even think of what I had in my mind, in my heart for him. All I saw were the faces of people that needed my help and I had that one small bottle that could possibly get us all out tonight.

"My worries are pointless, Tristan," I answered him softly, "A king has far greater matters to worry about."

He scoffed, "No matters should be more important to the kingdom in the matters of his queen. She makes him stronger."

My eyebrows shot up instantly. That was the first time I had heard a king , never mind that, a man say that about a woman. Never in my life had I heard the words women and strong in one sentence.

"You think so?"

"Yes," he nodded sincerely, "Beloved are the most important to us.."

My eyes turned towards a server that was walking past us. She stopped to bow deeply at the sight of the king and maybe soon to be queen before walking away. My eyes remained on the point where I could see the marks of teeth on her neck.

Tristan had finished saying whatever he wanted to say by the time I turned my attention back to him. Did the words matter when the actions contradicted them completely?

"I understand," I said at the end, "I—"

The dinner gong was hit loudly, making me jump at the sound. Silence blanketed the room once again as everyone waited for the ringing to finish before making their way towards the dining hall.

"wish to walk with me, my queen?" Tristan pushed his elbow towards me slightly and I took it with blushing cheeks. He just called me his queen in a room full of people who could hear every nook and whisper.

Walking by his side with my head held high, I let him lead us to the seats assigned to us. Marilyn and Alan were going to sit in the middle where everyone could talk to them, whereas Tristan and I will going to sit at the head of the table as the king and queen, if my assumption word to stand correct here.

"Do you remember when Darius was here and we held dinner for him?"

"He is still here." I pointed out and realised that I had only seen him once or twice in the boardroom but not after that. Maybe I had not been paying attention.

"Yes," he nodded, " and just like that dinner, you will have to sit on my lap today as well."

I stumbled. Getting a grip of myself, I leaned closer to him before whispering, "What?"

He nodded and looked over to the inhabitants in the dining Hall. "See? The beloveds are sitting in the laps of their husbands."

Running my eyes over each and every couple that was doing what Tristan had pointed out, I side heavily realising that I would have to do this again.