I have to move all the way upstairs so that if anyone saw coming down the stairs, they would know that I had been to my room and not into the kitchens.
I was also hoping that no one would catch my scent in the kitchens and the sll of food and blood would overpower it. Even though I had a hard ti believing that Tristan would not catch it if he entered. If.
Rula had left alone after she checked the whole corridor to make sure that no one was present and could witness coming out of the servants hallway. After that I had been making my way downstairs into the grand ballroom where the ceremony was being hosted.
My steps Were hurried because I had taken and definitely could not risk being found out where I had been. When the doors finally ca into my view and I released a sigh of relief before a hand curled around my elbow and pulled making yelp.
"Leav—mmh!" My voice was my fault by the hand on my mouth and my heartbeat grew frantic when I realised how familiar this situation felt.
I was on the verge of getting robbed of sothing precious even though it was no longer there.
The marks and scores of it remained on my body and soul and this was definitely going to add to them.
My eyes were closed and I felt myself being pushed against the wall. I gulped and did not open them—
"Open your eyes to, Genevieve," I felt his fingers on my chin, "allow to see those beautiful sky coloured eyes."
I opened my eyes slowly to look into the red ones of Tristan. For a mont, aware of what I had just done, I looked at him carefully to observe for the remains of any kind of anger but found none.
Instead, I found those loving and admiring eyes that I had always seen on him more than I had seen them to be angry with .
"You," I gulped, "why-what are you doing?"
Why had he pulled into a corner when I was coming to him anyway?
He smiled lightly and I was srised already. Tristan tapped my chin lightly as he answered, " I wanted to admire you from close. It is difficult with all the people inside, watching you like I should."
I frowned but could not control the smile. "They have to look at soone, Tristan."
"Yes, but not you,"
"and why not ?" I continued without hiding a smile.
"because you are mine to look at." He answered effortlessly and made fall silent at the lack of words.
Speechless, I continued to stare at him as he looked at with a small smile knowing what he had done.
"You should not say things like that," I chastised him politely. "It is not proper."
He humd lazily before replying, "And so is standing with a man that is not married to you in a corner."
Humiliation burned through and I could feel the red hue spreading across my cheeks. I open my mouth to rebuke—
"So tell Genevieve, when is it that you will marry ?" His eyes twinkled in delight. "When will you allow to make this wrong or right?"
When will I?
Perhaps the correct words would be, should I? The sudden stone of guilt weighed on and for a mont I thought of what I had done. Did I deserve him?
Maybe I did deserve him but what soone did not deserve was having their truth ripped out just for soone to drink the blood. Soone who was supposed to protect the soulmate given to them but was clearly failing to do so.
If I deserve soone as loving and admiring as Tristan, so did many others who were having the opposite as him by their sides, scaring them to death on a daily basis.
For a mont, I wanted to prioritise myself and tell him when I wanted to do it, but they were others that needed my help more. Others who if I ignored today, would never receive help again.
"You are the king, Tristan," smiling,I patted his shoulder, "your relatives and people will notice our absence."
Tristan’s facial expressions changed. They falter for a quick second and I noticed.
"As you wish," he smiled once more, hiding the hurt I gave him without much effort before he stepped away and offered his elbow.
I took it and turned forward as we walked towards the ballroom. My smile vanished slowly and I felt the tears building up and blurring my vision. I felt so cruel. Was I supposed to feel cruel when I was helping others run away?
I never felt cruel before when I helped people back in my country. So, why was I feeling cruel? Was it because I was stomping on his heart or rather mine?
"Genevieve," she called and from my elbow turned around to face him. Unable to do so I lowered my face before the tears slipped down my cheeks and I started to cry.
"Why are you crying, Genevieve?" Tristan asked with a concerned voice and I could not help but cry even more. "Genevive, tell , let take care of it for you."
"Would you forgive ?" I asked amid my cries. With a loud sniff, I shook my head while I whipped my tears realising how stupid it must have sounded to him.
His hands gripped my wrists, Making look up at him and surprise. Tristan shook his head before his hands left my wrists and he held my chin in them.
"You could kill and I would still forgive you, Genevieve." He tightened his hold over my cheeks. " There is nothing that you could do that would make angry or sothing where I would refuse to forgive you."
I searched his eyes relentlessly for any lies or deceit but I found none. And with the hope that his words had given , I hoped I would survive the aftermath of tonight.
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