The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 308: The moments of peace - I

~Tristan~

Genevieve’s lips parted and he was sure that she was about to ask you some more. But argue about what? For a man that did not matter?

Staring intently into her eyes, he let the effect of compulsion take over before muttering the word, "sleep."

The effect was immediate. Her human body could not ever resist the compulsion and within seconds after his command, her body fell only for him to catch it.

Gathering her in his arms, Tristan raised her closer to his chest. Genevive fit perfectly into his arms. Like she was made for it.

Knowing that the boy was just waiting for Tristan to move first before bringing the little prince to the palace, Tristan gave him a glance before setting out into the direction of the palace.

The vampire guards already knew of his presence even though he was at his full speed. The gates were opened for him, the paths were cleared for him and within moments, minutes actually, he was in the bedroom of the Queen, his queen.

The scent of her had almost vanished in the past few weeks that she had been absent from this room. Now, he inhaled and it was back again.

"You’re home," Chiara’s footfall came to a stop, "with her."

"Yes."

"Why is she asleep, Tristan? Did you compel her into sleeping?" Dawson did not wait nor did he beat around the bush. "Why would you compel her into sleeping?"

"Do you think she would have come with me willingly?" Tristan replied with a question. "After she ran away from me, I don’t think there is any way for her to come to me willingly."

" but—"

"But what Dawson?" Chiara hissed, stepping closer to him. "We were barely able to control Tristan. Any more time apart, and he would have gone mad!"

The whispering continued as the couple bantered back and forth but the king did not pay them any attention. His attention was solely focused on the person lying on the bed, asleep to the world.

"Dominick will want to talk to you, Tristan." Chiara softly spoke after sometime, "we cannot avoid him. I’m sure he’s on his way to the room by now."

"I will talk to him."

"But what about her?" Chiara asked and stepped closer to her nephew. " What is your course of action going to follow now, Tristan? Almost everyone knows that she ran away from you. From the servants to the highest ranking members of your courtroom, Everyone is aware."

"Let them." If they had any problem, they could come and talk to him directly about it.

Chiara sighed. "You cannot just focus on the girl. If she is to be the Queen of one of the most powerful specimens to work on the land, I suppose you should be toughening her up."

This time the king looked up and glanced at his aunt.

"Yes," chiara confirmed. " You can cotton her as much as you want but the reality won’t change. She has to stand up for herself and for this family as she stood up for those servants." Then her face dimmed slightly and Chiara lowered her eyes,

"You also have to decide on a punishment. No one is going to let this slide without Genevive is getting punished for this betrayal."

After all, what she had pulled was nothing but a coup against the king. She had gone against his word, gone against the crown, something no one expected a princess to do.

If anyone was supposed to know better, it was Genevieve. Born and raised in the world of Jewels and politics, she should have known well what she was not supposed to do. And carrying out a traitorous act by slipping out of the palace with the servants while the king was knocked unconscious by her was one of the greatest act she could have played against the crown.

Something that everyone was going to remember for a long time. It would take a long while for Geneveive to earn the trust back of the members.

That was something Genevive would now have to work on and he was going to accompany her on every step of the way.

Very gently, he reached up and traced the arch of her nose. It stood proudly, seemingly a perfect fit for her just like everything else.

He sighed, she was perfect.

"Tristan?" Chiara tapped his shoulder. "Are you even listening to me?"

His jaw ticked. " There was nothing more annoying than his time with Genevive being cut off and his aunt was doing exactly that. She was disrupting his time with Genevive.

"Why don’t you leave us alone for sometime, sister?" Dominick’s suggestion had effectively silenced his aunt for sometime at least. "Our dear nephew should be allowed some time of peace with his bride, don’t you think so?"

"Yes," Chiara answered Play, standing close to Tristan. She placed a hand over the shoulder of a nephew before squeezing it lightly. "Let me know if you need anything, child. Your uncle and I are here you."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Dominick and Dawson both past a glance at each other before frowning and looking away.

"I understand." Tristan cut The conversation short and before he knew it, the three of his family members had walked out and he was left with Genevieve alone in the apartment.

Now that he was finally alone with her, Tristan traced the outline of her face before pinching her cheek before nuzzling into her neck and breathing in her scent.

He had been deprived of her scent for almost a month now.

"Why did you have to do this?" He whispered. "Why would you ever try to leave me?"

It was hard to control his instincts earlier, now they were out of bounds and she was going to see them.

Getting up from the bed, the vampire king moved towards the living room where he had asked a certain article to be kept.

Picking it up and bringing it to the bedroom where his queen was, he is trapped one end under the bed and the other on her leg. He repeated the process again for her other three limbs before stepping back and looking at her.

She was trapped now.