The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 68: Speculations - I

The Prince was not joking when he said that he would send someone with me to the healers. I have sent a carriage not the royal one but one a nobleman or higher official would use along with the carriage wood to soldiers. He knew what he was doing. I twisted my dress under my sweaty Palm realised that the prince was going to keep his eyes on me.

So we needed to be extra careful with the prince and the guards that he had sent with me.

"What now?" Merilyn whispered sitting beside me in the carriage. "The soldiers would tell if they saw you with the merchant’s family."

He would, I won’t let that happen. "Do not worry, I did think about this before and I have a plan ready."

She nodded but I saw how anxious she was being.

"What troubles you, Marilyn? What is on your mind?"

She looked at me and sighed before speaking. "I do not have a good feeling about it. Even though you have time and again told the prince having interest and you mean nothing he is still persistent and does not stop with making hints." He shook her head and took my hand in hers. "I do not feel good about the prince or I do not just feel good in general. Something bad is going to happen."

"You do not need to tell me about that." I muttered and looked away, "I have my feelings for talking to the future." And to be honest none of them were good.

No, where we had reached know where regarding the topic of the creatures of darkness except for the fact that now the demons might be involved and there I could not even try to do anything.

All in all, my efforts to make sure that my country survived the creatures of dark or any problems that it might bring to us had all gone to waste.

Never forget the fact that I had also fallen in love. Love is a beautiful thing that mother often used to tell us about when she had fallen for her father. Day and night she had relentlessly and stubbornly begged my grandfather had to let her marry a commoner which after all had turned out to be the reason for death and none of us could do anything about it until and unless we have the throne.

Irony.

The carriage stopped and I stepped down.

"Would you be coming in?" I asked the soldier who shook his head.

"We will be watching the entrance Milady. As long as you are inside no one can enter."

So that was it. I nodded to myself and entered the house as Merilyn followed. That was what the prince had done he had made sure that no one would enter the healers while I was there so that I could not meet anyone.

Merilyn knocked on the door and rushed footsteps were heard immediately.

"My lady!" I stepped back in shock when I look at the healer who was panting as she had run to the door.

"What is it?" I asked immediately fearing for the worst happening to the boy.

She shook her head and stepped in. "Come look."

I did. I immediately stepped into the house and walks towards the room where I knew that the boy was being treated in Marilyn followed after closing the door.

"Wah—" I gasped at the sight in front of me. "How!" I looked at the woman accusingly. This was impossible for the boy or nature to do it on its own.

"I do not know." She whispered shaking her head and covered her head with shaking hands. She was afraid too. "I gave him medicines a bit heavier once than usual given that he had severe injuries but I never expected them to heal in a day! It is as if he never had any injuries, to begin with!"

I bit my lip and looked at the boy again. Every burn and every scar even the whip marks were gone. It was killed me how the marks that look like had been there for years was gone and his can now seems to be so smooth as if it had never been scared by anything.

How in the world had the boy who could not even manage to open his eyes let alone stand on his heal on his own in one day that every scar was now gone and he looked healthy?

If I looked closely appeared to have more skin on them than they did on day one.

"It cannot be possible," I whispered and turned around to walk out of the room to think clearly.

I turned to the women who had followed me out as well. "Are you sure you have not felt the boy anything that could have caused this?!" My accusing eyes did not lessen as I stared at the woman who was acting just scared as I was. This was not normal and this was not the work of God.

This was not a miracle.

She shook her head. "No, no. There is nothing in the world we as healers believe that could heal someone so fast. This is a miracle! This is the work of God!" She joined her hands and I scoffed.

"God works in mysterious ways yes," is greed as I spat the words out, "but that does not mean that in one day she would make a boy on the brink of death come back as healthy as someone was being fed daily!"

"God does not do that! A miracle would have been the boy healing and coming back to life with time but not this!" This was nothing but blind faith that I did not stand for. God would never do this and if you did then I would have my mother back in my arms instead of seeing her die in them.

"I do not know what it is then." She shook her hand as if shivered. "I do not know what it is because yesterday in the evening I applied every salve I had on him for injuries and the next morning to this one I wake up and see everything on a screen is gone. As if it were never there!" She screamed. "If it is not The act of God then I think that it is just 30 mins messing around with us!"

Demons. The word struck me and I turned to the room that the boy was in. I almost ran inside and stopped in front of his bed.

When the prince is told me about demons I did not believe him at all because the evidence only pointed out towards animals but now that I was talking about quickened healing I wondered if. . . His speculations could be true.

My hand reached the back of my neck where the chain was clasped shut. I over my head and grabbed the cross in my hand.

"You—Layla," Merilyn hissed. "Let me do it! He might be—"

"Hush," I bent down and touched the cross on his back, the centre of it but nothing happened.

I waited.

I took my arm back and stepped back as I wore it again and looked at the healer. "See?" I pointed to her. "There is nothing the demonic about the boy."

She gulped and peeked at the asleep boy. She was not convinced of it entirely and I did not blame her. If I was in her place I too would be scared out of my mind.

"I do not understand. . ." She whispered as she kept looking at him. "The goons he had and the burns they were all very severe and on the brink of infection on a snowy half of them were infected but they could not have healed in one night! That is impossible and I cannot just understand."

She sighed and closed her eyes as I glanced at the boy. She was right. That should not have happened in one night.

I learned a bit and touched his back. It was smooth, truly it felt like they had never been any kind of wound on his skin. It was as smooth as a baby’s skin when he was born.

"I know. "I agreed with her softly as she was right, it should not have happened but how was the question.

"If not a miracle, or a demon then what was it?" Merilyn asked softly and seems to be as confused as to rest of us were.

"I the—" I stopped talking when I heard loud knocks on the door repeatedly.

The healer frowned, "Must be an emergency," she muttered and moved to it. "Yes?" She asked politely.

I would not have even opened the door.

"The lady, where is she?"

I recognised the voice immediately. He was the soldier that had come with me.

"I am here," I said as I walked in front of him. "What is it?"

He replied immediately, "The prince has sent a messenger. You are required back at the palace immediately."

I sucked in a breath. We had not even met Tristan’s family yet.