The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 301: A mad woman - II

Sometimes, it felt like the leaves were moving and sometimes it felt like I was thinking about them moving and they actually were not.

My imagination could seriously do wonders.

But that was something about imagination, wasn’t it? It could take a person from dreaming about their next me to living in a palace with servants fawning over them.

But on the other hand, my imagination had taken me into a much darker place. A place that I was begging to come out of the age did not receive the hand I wanted to help me out of it.

Every day I just felt myself being submerged more and more into it and now I feared drowning.

"You look like he’s been through hell, woman," Cain frowned, "if you want to go to the doctor, come now, I have time."

I shook my head And averted my eyes from him. "I am fine."

"Are you?" He questioned and before I knew it, he was right in front of me with his heart touching my forehead.

"Move away!" I jerked his hand away but by the time I did that, he had already moved it away. "Wh—"

The violent wrestle of trees made both of us look into its direction. For a small moment, silence flooded around us as we watched around the area for some kind of animal.

The sound was heavy, like someone had purposely done that.

"Well," he looked back at me, "you don’t have a fever so that as well. But your eyes, the darkness underneath them means you haven’t been sleeping properly. Is the bed not comfortable?"

"It is." I answered him, keeping it short and to the point.

"Then what is wrong with you? Father has interested all of us to make sure that your state is comfortable. If there is anything that is more than you in the slightest, tell me, tell any of us."

So, which one of his family members was I supposed to tell that I felt like the king that I had drugged up and knocked unconscious I turned up to the door and was now haunting me but that could also be the fragment of my imagination because whenever I turned around to look twice, even with Dorothy, we did not say anything.

I think Sir Walter would be best for this. After all he had seen more henius things than this, this might be just a little bump on the road to him.

"nothing," I settled on it. "You are worrying for nothing. I am perfectly fine, it’s just that I am missing home."

Cian did not look convinced at all, if anything it looks like his doubts increased more.

"Listen, Genevieve. If you’re angry with how I have behaved, this is just how I am. If you want, I can send my brother or my mother to talk to you. But if you need treatment, please get it."

For the first time, I actually looked at Cian.

He did not have any matching features that he could have inherited from Sir Walter given that he was adopted as a child but that does not mean he did not have nice ones. He was a handsome man, definitely so that right now he appeared to be more concerned then I had ever seen him be.

No longer was the arrogance on his face that I always saw, it was replaced with concern for me.

"I am fine." I stressed on the words. " stop worrying about me."

I wasn’t worried about myself.

I wasn’t worried about anything at all.

*****

Have you ever felt like someone is close, close enough for you to feel but not enough to see? I felt like that every day for an entire week. Dorothy and everyone in the house would pass me concerned glances, tried keep me busy with work but I always found myself sitting at the stairs of the backyard.

It seems like even the prince knows that something is up with me. Because each and every day, he would look at me differently, sometimes with anger, sometimes with pity and sometimes just with sorrow.

But I couldn’t care less. I knew Tristan was around here somewhere and I just wanted to find it out. Where was he? I could feel it that he was somewhere near, but where?

Why had he not made an appearance until now?

I kept on staring at the forest, waiting for him to walk in between the trees, for the leaves and branches to crunch underneath his royal shoes but none of that happened. Day in and day out I kept on staring, from my room at night I would stare at the window but he never made an appearance after that one time.

Where was he?

Had he left me alone? Had he backed off?

"Genevieve?"

Turning around, I saw Mrs Walter standing at the door before she came close and sat on the steps next to me. "I am worried about you."

"I am not." I smiled. "Sir, you have no reason for you to be worried about."

"Maybe not," she shook her head, "I don’t like seeing you this way."

"Why?"

" It reminds me of the – of your mother, she revealed, taking me by surprise. "Those were the days when Cynthia knew someone was coming to kill her and Reginald believed her but no one else did. Tightening security was not enough when her own husband was out to kill her."

"Husband," I repeated, "I always knew of that." I ended by shaking my head with a scoff. It has to be him.

"I lost your mother by not trusting her when I needed to and acting on it. I’m not going to lose you to the same child."

She took my hand in hers, "Tell me what are you thinking about, tell me what is eating you alive. I will help you to the best of my abilities even if it means stand against Reginald."

Staring into her eyes, I knew she meant those words, each and everyone of them. That did not scare me, it provided me with more courage that I needed to say the truth.