The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 414: Imprisoned - I

Queen Anastasia was a woman of many talents. However, hitting someone was not one of them. From what I knew about her, she was a daughter born to a highly well established minister who was also a merchant so she had the finest upbringing, money, and status goodbye. One can say that one of the talents she was not taught were how to hit someone.

Her hitting me consisted of slapping me, trying to attempt a punch, but apparently, that must have hurt her too much because she resorted to kicking me.

That was all.

It was not like that did not hurt me, but it was far better than what I had imagined.

She tsked and took a step back before holding her hand. "What a disgrace! For a princess, you have such thick skin!"

Her beating did hurt which is why I did not say anything to her. She had hit my chest a couple of times with her feet. The kicks were powerful, especially with the thick shoes she had been wearing.

I opened my eyes a little bit and saw her standing close to me, looking down at me like she was calculating something. Those cold eyes were definitely trying to work things out in her favor like she had done in front of me various times.

"I do have a use for her." She murmured and I noticed that someone stood behind her. It has to be a man by the frame. "But before that, what do you say, brother, how long are those creatures going to take before they come and get her?"

"A week or two at best." Christopher, once the chief of her army, said. "We left no scent for them to track so we do have the advantage but I would not trust them entirely."

"Trust?" She scoffed and looked at me with disgust noticeable on her face. "Tell her that. She has been sleeping with the lot of them."

Anastasia raked her eyes over my body once more before returning to her brother. "If we have a week and I’m not trusting them at all. We moved tonight. Do you have everything we need?"

What were they doing? Were they going somewhere? I didn’t even know the country that we were in, but if I did, I might be able to do something of use.

Christopher did not answer her. He looked out once, and it seemed enough for him to figure what I was thinking about it. "I think we should discuss it outside, where the walls do not have ears."

Anastasia caught his hint and turned her body around to look at me. "What eats does a dead person have anyway? How does it matter what she says because she has no one to tell it to."

"Nevermind that." She sighed and moved away from me. "I do not want to stay here anymore. I feel quite confined in these walls."

She was the one who walked out first, followed by her brother who made sure that the lock was placed before he left. Once satisfied, he left and the two people with them followed.

When their footsteps were no longer reaching to my ear, I closed my eyes and slowly relaxed my body.

Relaxing body also meant recognising all the pain that Anastasia had caused.

"Evive!" Catherine crawled towards me and placed my head on her lap before very gently caressing my hair.

Despite the pain, I could not help but smile. I had forgotten Catherine being present in the prison with me. She had done perfectly well as I had asked her to. She had moved away and stayed quiet in the very corner of the prison where light did not reach. It had made everyone in the room ignore her.

"Good," My voice was raspy, "you stayed quiet."

"She hit you!" Catherine whispered furiously. "she hit you so much. I thought I was going to cry in front of her, but I held back."

"Good. You did good." I slowly raised my hand and patted her knee before curling up. It was more comfortable this way.

Catherine sniffed a little before she started crying. I wanted to stop her, but what could I do? I was already in pain and almost asleep. My reassurance is not going to work for my sister especially when she knew that we could not do anything about the situation we were in unless we had some kind of help.

What was I supposed to do? Scream for help from the prison I was inside of? Who would possibly hear me, and whoever would, would ignore.

Or was I supposed to bend the thick iron bars that were one of the only barriers stopping us from going outside. Even if I did that, what about the guards that must be waiting? Who between me and catherine were going to fight them?

"I don’t want you to cry, sweetheart. Someone is going to come."

"When?" she spoke in between hiccups, and sobs. "You heard her say that it was going to take them a week or maybe just too long to come. They could kill us in between that, Genevieve! We could die, or they could take us away into a place where we would never be found!"

No, I had not been thinking that, but Catherine was becoming her worst enemy at the moment. Even mine, because now the thoughts were in my head, and I knew I could not get them out.

"Lara will come." I reminded her. "When she comes, you leave with her."

Catherine, her crying, stopped at the moment I said that. Probably in shock for whatever I had said, because it implied that she was the one running away. "What about you? Why would I be running away and leaving you behind?"

Why? Because, if both of us find a way, they were going to look for the both of us, and probably would find one before the other. That was is Catherine agreed to go separate ways which was going to be difficult.

But if only one of us ran away, the one younger, and far less influential than the other, they were bound to focus on me and not my sister.

But this was not the moment where I could explain it to her. Not when I barely had the strength and time to do it.

"Because I said so." Was all I could manage before I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take over.