The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 60: The Prince’s desire - II

~Prince Lysar~

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"my dearest elder brother," Hixson choose his next words very carefully. "I hope you are aware of the consequences of that very decision."

"I am." The Prince draw out the words very lazily as it had thought through those himself many times.

Hixson still went forward. "Must I remind you that if the proposal in which will be rejected you will also take it as an insult and if they accept the proposal made by you then there will be a war?"

"A war between Lethoris and Melenmore against Astria." The second prince said, "Even the all of us know Melenmore’s army does not hold any standards it will still be an aid to us in winning the war."

Hixson scoffed in disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at his brother having hin suspicions and ideas of mischief. "You have gone that forward ty think of having an in the war II? Do you know what that would represent us along with the princess and where have you met her?"

Ah, yes. No one from his family knew that he had gone to the kingdom of Melenmore where his people were migrating to avoid the problem of having their children abducted. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The problem was too much to bear on the Roman which is why he had decided to tell the second crown princess of the country where his people were migrating to. Instead of hiding yet we have made sure that one of the royal members knew the problem and could deal with them on their own.

Hixson scoffed and earned Lysar’s attention. "So are you going to tell me your not? Where have you seen this princess?"

"I just have." He answered vaguely. "And for now let it go of this topic, I have something even more interesting for you."

A familiar expression made its way onto the face of both the brothers. The young one did not need to be told that this was something that they were going enjoyment sleep which was going to be dark and painful for someone else.

They entered the very very village that they had gone to yesterday knowing well that the man was going to stay here and talk to the woman alone. I have a guard stay out and watch him.

"The village looks pretty dece,t," Hixson commented as he looked around the people. No one appeared to be violent or aggressive in any kind and everyone was involved in their activities to pay attention to anyone else. "I don’t understand who from here could offend you, brother."

"Not from here. Someone else it is." The prince said as they stood at the back of the village. Lysar’s lips curled into a smile when he saw the man drag the body out of the house with h terrified woman closing the door behind them probably too scared to say anything or report to someone else.

"Come on," the prince climbed his horse. "Must we go now? It is the time for us to have fun."

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"There you go!" The man fell with an ’oomph’ as he was brutally hit by a large wooden log and the people that were holding him let go.

They all cackled as the man howled in pain. His whimpers were heard throughout.

"Aww," Hixon crooned, "Painful is it not?" He raised his thick leather booted foot and pushed it forcefully into the face of the men making him grown out in pain as he could not stand up straight.

Lysar showed his participation as well. He came forward and bent in front of the man. "You are aware of what you do." He concluded. "In fa,ct it is the both of you that no the feelings that you possess to each other do you know the fact that she will never give in to those?"

The man eyed him with all-shut eyes, unable to open them as the wound above his eye prevented him to do so. "Hum . . Aug. ."

Lysar bent down putting his ear near his mouth so that he could hear what r the merchant wanted to say. "Hmmm," he placed his hand near to his ear. "Ah, I am still unable to hear what you want to say. It could be because it is of importance." He smiled, a dark of full of malice smile it was. "How is it that a man like you who has no witches of the world who has never seen any kind of luxury possessed by the highest of us, managed to charm the most beautiful woman we have ever seen?"

Tristan merely blinked as his eyeballs rolled upwards.

The Prince scoffed and stood up. He brutally raised his head and stomped his foot on Tristan’s head.

"Good for nothing," he mumbled and squashed his foot on his face making the man cry out. "Look at that." The prince pulled the injured man from his hair and made him see the direction that he was pointing to.

There were the injured bodies of Aron, Bert and Allan, his three companions.

A sudden rage rang up his spine and he sneered at the man, thrashing around and out of his hold.

"Do not do this!" He rasped out. "The con-conse. . ." he winced at the pain and let go Of the words. The pain was too much.

"Look at that!" Hixson commented with a cheerful voice and delighted eyes. "The man finally has grown a pair and is ready to fight you, Brother!"

Lysar smirked back at his brother. "Too bad," he said in return and turned to the merchant and brought down his face into the land and rubbed it in.

Cheers erupted and Tristan’s thrashing around continued.

"What now?" Lysar raised his head back up and hissed into his muddy ear. "What Now? Do you realise that if a princess was here she would be at my mercy? You will never be able to give them the safety that I can provide her with. The luxury that she deserves." He growled. "You are an ant below my foot that does not matter!"

He threw his head down with all his force and barked at the soldiers. "Put him in the dungeons!"