The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 90: A new him - II

"What?" I was begging him silently in my mind and praying to the lord simultaneously for him to change his words and say something else.

"Why yes," He sat up properly on the bed as if it did not hurt him anymore and I was too shocked to even chide him. "I am afraid I should have not set it in such a blunt way but I could not refrain as I really want to meet your father."

"You cannot!" I blurted out immediately perhaps before he even stopped talking and finished his sentence. " You cannot meet my father!" I whispered to myself. Tristan was someone who knew me as I was deep inside but the reality was far from true. He was not aware of the fact that I was a princess and had the Royal crown and the title on me. What he knew was I was a commoner who was here with her aunt.

"Why ever not?" He narrowed his eyes and I looked at incredulously.

After the unfortunate event I noticed, as he was now In conscious, a lot of changes about him. I have never seen Kristen to be so persistent if I did not like something he would usually wear and he never narrowed his eyes at me. I had seen him do it to various people such as his little sister or even his friends but never at me.

"Are you," I cleared my throat, "do you even know what you’re talking about? Meeting my father is a huge step for someone who has just met me and has known me for not even a full month."

He sighed and held my hands even tighter, as if he was not even thinking about the possibility of us being apart.

His eyes met mine again and before he could say anything about it I commented on it. "You have changed." The same words out of my mouth before I could even realise it.

He did not answer.

"Your eyes are darker." I continued as I looked at him under tough scrutiny with narrow eyes. "How is it that after attaining such dangerous injuries your eye colour changed?" The questions swelling in my mind want to come out if we were able to find out the logic behind them on my own. My reasoning had reached its limits to how a person’s eye colour changed when he was fully ground.

"Is it more important than how you feel?" He said quietly and I got it. His words made me feel guilty as to what I was working for when he was there in front of me alive and better than before.

" I—"

"It’s the blood in them." He spoke and I gasped silently. "The colour darkened because it has blood in them now." His tone was clipped and it conveys that he was not happy with me. The once joyful to have converted into something annoyed and resentful.

I lowered my eyes in shame. These questions were of no importance and what was I even asking?

"I apologise." I offered softly, ready to apologize and ask for forgiveness for the mistake I had made. His health and well being was more important to me than asking how he had recovered quickly. Perhaps it was better that he recovered as quickly as possible.

"No, forgive me," he raised his hand, "Can I touch you?" He asked for permission and I gave him the smallest nod without even thinking twice about what he had asked of me. I wanted to be touched by him even though I had never had this kind of thoughts before, his touch was the one I wanted.

His singers gently touched my she can I sell dribbles down to my spine. I felt his touch in my bones and I wanted more of it. I craved more of it. His hands began to cup my cheek and his thumb caressed my skin where it was.

It seemed to be whole.

"Forgive me, of course you get to notice what was happening with me as I was in the worst of conditions. I understand your need to see how well I am doing." I nodded. I was grateful for that.

We kept on staring at each other. The intensity was too real to be felt by one of us. Probably this was one of those times when I remember that my mother of the new stare at my father who never looked at her with the same emotion. With Tristan I felt the same or even more intense then I was looking at him with.

It was unreal, something so untrue. Maybe, even forbidden.

"I shouldn’t. . We should not. ."

"Such touches are a part of courting." He replied immediately, "Women often even test men to see if they would be able to keep them satisfied or not."

Did they? Well, that was surely not a benefit arrived to take advantage of. Because me bleeding at my wedding night was a symbol of the treaty passing through its last test.

"That is luxury." I smiled.

"Would you want it?"

Which one? " What?"

"The luxury of testing me." He winked. "Perhaps I could tell you that I am worth it."

His words were pulled by the smile that I had on my face while talking to him. He had proved to be worthy enough time and again. His family had proven to be worthy enough even though I had almost let him into his coffin. He and his family were still talking to me like I was nothing but a friend of theirs who had just aided him in his escape from the prison and not the one who had led him to it.

I shook my hand and cupped his hand in mine. "There is no need for a test. It would only put you to shame that I cannot tolerate what is happening."

I had been speaking and he had lowered his lips to mine and there were almost close to each other for me to feel his breath on my lips.

"Wou—"

I felt his soft lips on mine and I could not stop the moan that came from me. His other hand reached to hold the other cheek as he continued to kiss me and it excited the virgin inside me.

My stomach danced along with the Rhythm that his lips set and he did so beautifully. I loved it all.

He left my lips sooner than I would have liked but I let go and opened my eyes to looked at his bright red ones!

What? I blinked again in a hurry but found them gone.

What was that?

Was that something I saw?

The proximity between us have not decreased and somehow my attention was brought by it when I felt his fingers caressing the nape of my neck.

Our heads on their own angled themselves as we went in for another case when I heard a loud bang, jumping up I looked into the direction of the door immediately.

"Pri—Layla!" Merilyn gasped at the sight and I looked at Tristan before finalising what happened, I jumped out of the chair as if it was on fire instead beside Merilyn with a fast beating heart.

What was I doing?!

I gulped and looked to prepare for an accusatory gaze at me. What I did was no less than a crime and could endanger the treaty set before years to help our Kingdom.

But she had pity in her eyes.. . .

I could feel tears building up in mine as I lowered them and looked away. This has become my faith now. Being pitied was the only thing left in my life.

"We must return back," she whispered to me and I was thankful that at least he could not hear it, "we have to cover the same distance and given your condition I don’t think we could do it quickly as before."

I nodded and she stepped out of the room.

When I looked at him again he had a look in his eyes that told me that he knew what we were talking about.

"May I dare to expect a visit from you again?" He smiled and lifted my spirits. " I must say I’ve been feeling particularly well since I met you."

I laughed and tried to keep the tears down that were building in my eyes.

"I do not know," I answered honestly, "I do not want to give you hope for a vessel that I might not be able to make again."

His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. "What must be the reason?"

The change in his eyes did not go unnoticed by me but I wanted to talk about something more important.

"Forgive me, but I need to go." I smiled and bowed my head slightly in a nod of goodbye. "I hope you will be able to forgive me for not meeting you ever again after this. This might be the last time that our paths ever cross." I stepped back out of the room without waiting for his aunt or sister to greet me I hurried out of the house and as Lara followed me out.

I sat with Merilyn again and we rode to the house again. With a small glance behind I saw him standing there with his arms behind his back and looking at me with strict eyes.

The eyes, I knew, would not be forgotten by me. My Tristan had definitely changed and it was not a good one.