The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 82: The healed boy - II

When the queen will stop talking like I would never understand why she was pointing at?

I clean back into the seat that I was sitting at and stare at her with a bored expression. "Do you really think that I would not understand in which direction you pointing at?"

She smiled sneakily, "it’s not my fault that it is privileged information which can be only held by either of the two; one, high officials of the court and two, the royal family. Now the choice is yours to use."

"Neither," I answered immediately in a dry voice, "however I would really appreciate if you would give me a normal carriage. The one that is used regularly by servants or so, It would create less attention towards me."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You, what go in a servant’s carriage?" She pointed her finger at me. "A princess in a Carriage meant for service?"

"Yes," I want that what was so astonishing about the fat because for me staying ahead and was more important and attention worst the worst thing I could receive.

She nodded slowly towards me. "Alright," she quietly said, "If that is what you want."

And after that I was on my way to the healer. I had a regular carriage just like the one I had used previously when I had come to the healers. With all of what was going on I had no chance to think about how the boy had miraculously healed in one night and now I had no thoughts about it which is why I just wanted to see what was going to happen next and then I would work it out from there.

I knocked on the door but it was not opened making me think that the healer was probably busy at the moment which is why she did not open the go immediately.

I knocked again on it. But there was no answer which made me frown for stop was the healer out at this time? It was still early in the morning and he loves you should he went out in the afternoon when the sun was above our heads so that it would be easy for them to choose their herbs.

"Shall I open the door for you my lady?" The same messenger that had been with me since the first day spoke up stepping forward. "Healers usually leave their doors open."

I thought about it for a quick momment. I was not going to steal anything rather I would just meet with the women as I had earlier planned to but then she was not here I would just look at the boy and then be back on my way which for me did not harm anyone.

So why not get to the man and he opened the door for me we stepped in and he closed it behind us.

"She is really not here." Merilyn sighed, "otherwise she would have been out to see who had entered her house without her permission."

I nodded and moved forward to the room where the boy was staying in. It was acquitted with many beds and to my surprise all of them were empty.

"What?" I looked around to see that there was no one here and even checked the bathroom. There was no one in the house as I did not hear anyone. Had the boy who can up? When had the boy woken up because I was here two days ago.

"I checked the kitchen and dining area too. There is no one there. The house is totally empty."

It only rose my suspicions because he loves her house was almost never empty. There was always someone here may be the healer herself or at least her assistant. There was always a patient or two in need of service and it was rare for healers house to be this empty because it would only point out to the fact that she was not a good healer.

I stared at his empty bed. The poor Britain and used boy had been lying there but now was nowhere to be seen.

"Perhaps she went away. He must have been scared when he had woken up and so no one around him which is why he chose to leave so that you won’t be taken into slavery again." I turned to glance at Merilyn, "do you think so that could happen? He must have been too scared to stay here or even believe the healers words."

She thought about it and then shrugged. "If I think about it and I place myself in his situation I would probably run away to. Slavery changes people which is why he might have taken the choice of running away."

"Who ran away?" Both of us jumped at the sudden voice we had and loved in the direction of it.

"Wha-" I blinked once again to see if he was really standing there or not or was it just a hallucination that I was facing because of the lack of sleep.

I glanced at Marilyn who was looking at him with wide eyes which only meant that what I saw was real.

"How. . . You are standing up now?" I aksed with a shocked voice. It was very shocking to see that the boy had recovered in a week’s time and look like a healthy regular boy. "You must be feeling alright now then."

He smiled at me and his eyes held a strange Twinkle. "Yes, I am feeling healthy and wonderful which is all all because of you."

I shook my head, still wary of the boy. "You do not need to mention at. What I did was out of humanity, perhaps now you can find your way home or if you would like my help with that I would suggest you tell me so."

Without taking his eyes off of me he shook his head which somehow gave me chills about him. "I cannot go back." He said instead with a determined voice. "I am in debt to you which is why I plan to save you till the end of my life."

It was him.