The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 372: The mark - II

Silently, I continued to be in his hug for as long as he wanted all the while enjoying myself too. After two little while, I also found myself leaning into his embrace. My cheek rested against his shoulder as I closed my eyes.

Tristan’s body tightened again and I moved away from him.

He was frowning and apart from that, I could see the tension on his face. But what was it that was making him so tense?

"If I ask, will you tell me what’s wrong?"

"Who else will I tell if not you," he sighed and rubbed his hands on my waist.

That action made it extremely difficult for me to keep a straight face. I was on the verge of blushing. Maybe, I was.

"What is it?"

In answer, he took my hand in his. "Something irritates me, very much."

"What does?"

He huffed and his thumb caressed my fingers. "Marry me."

I nodded. "Marry you—"

What? What did he say?!

"Yo— You," I took a deep breath, "what did you say?"

"Marry me."

"N-now?" I stuttered, wanting to take a step back from him, but his arms kept me where I was. "We are getting married anyway. I think by the end of the year—"

"Too far."

"Then a few months at least. A wedding needs to be prepared for." I finished. "Your uncle mentioned a feast and such, that needs time and preparation. The wedding hall will have to be prepared, I don’t know what church you go to but it would have to be prepared too. A priest needs to be told, dresses would he prepared for you and I, the bride and the groom and then all the family members—"

"They all have party dresses ready, I believe."

"Party," I caught his word, "party but not the dresses you wear to the wedding of the king and queen of the country. Those are the different kinds of dresses. Also, those dresses will take time to be prepared because everyone will want to look the best."

He raised a questioning eyebrow at my words. "A wedding does not require all of that. I believe you are very mistaken."

"It does."

"Does it?"

"Yes," I pointed a finger at myself, "in case you don’t remember, I got married, almost. I am the one who has prepared for that wedding for almost all of her life so I know how things go. If you tell this to you around that you want to marry me tonight, I’m sure she’s going to slap you over the head Tristan."

"Ah," he said before pulling me closer, "How about you stop mentioning the marriage and never do it again. I do not take kindly to that past of yours."

"I do not have a past." I frowned. "I’m just trying to help you here."

He shook his head like he did not agree with that. I have to say. "I want to marry you, I will marry you today, I will marry you tomorrow , I will marry you any time you tell me too. What I hear from you is excuses on how we cannot do it today or just any time before months go by until you are mine."

I realised what he said. Then what my words meant to him. But I was explaining to him the process of how a wedding would happen, especially when it was a royal wedding, he did not understand that. My Tristan was still a merchant at hand, who believed in everything to be simple, where as I was someone who was raised to be a queen of a country, face of a royal family and who understood what it meant to do things at a royal decree.

"That is not what I meant." I told him with an apologetic expression on my face. I didn’t mean to sound like I am giving you excuses. I am just telling you and how this happens. If you want to encourage a relationship between you and other royal families, you have to invite them and they need to be sent a notice as well. People come with them that need notice as well, everything happens with a lot of time. People will take offense if we get married before inviting everyone and that makes trusting you questionable. I think your uncle Dominic would agree with me."

It’s not easy running a kingdom. My father had almost run us to the ground, but the relationship my mother had stabled decades ago with my grandfather had let us be who we were today.

Other countries were merely supporting us because of that. Because they did not hold my father in the same value as they did my mother and my grandfather.

Relationships were very important, and Tristan had to be held as trustworthy by everyone else.

The support of north alone was not going to win over the trust of other kingdoms, and if he wanted to thrice as a vampire in the society, he needed humans to trust him.

A small thought came to my mind, I trusted him too. I was a human that trusted him first.

His eyes scrutinized me, watching me carefully especially when I said the name of his uncle Dominique, who I always felt like was not very approving when it came to me.

I did not know why about that particular thought, but it always just felt so.

"You want my house to thrive?" His words were said very quietly, like he did not want me to hear them, let alone anyone else.

I nodded. "I agreed to be a part of your house not so very long ago, it only makes sense that I want it to thrive and prosper." I teased him lightly, but it had no visible effect on him. The stony expression on his face remained.

"If I cannot marry you," his eyes dipped to my neck, "then allow me to mark you tonight."