Never again.
Regardless of his promise, how did he know? It was not possible for anyone to know. I had not shared that. I always woke up before any of the maids ca into this room. While I slept, I found it hard to believe that anyone was outside and that they were paying attention to what was going inside.
I never scread, never made a noise when I woke up. So how was it possible that Tristan knew about the nightmares?
Worst scenarios ca into my mind, and the cutlery dropped from my hands. They made a sound against the table that made jump.
Pushing the chair away from the table, I kept the napkin on the table, beside my plate before standing up and moving to the door.
Fear grip. Every sense I had to make out any kind of logic from the situation. How did he know? How did he possibly know?
Just as I ca in front of the door, my eyes caught the angry red spot on my neck in the reflection that the wood showed .
Coming to a halt, I stared at it as my mind started working.
I turned around and charged towards him, stopping only when I ca to my own seat. Gripping the edges of it, I asked the dreaded question. "How do you know about it when no one else does?"
His lips stretched a little, maybe it was my thinking, but I knew that he did smile.
"I could only let it go for so long that I do not know what is going on with you. As my beloved, I always know what has been happening with you."
"No," I shook my head frantically, "that’s not possible. You cannot always have known!"
"I have." he replied firmly, in complete contrast to my franticness. "I could never go far from you. I have always been close to you—"
"If you had always been close to , then THAT should have never happened!" I scread at him, all my words aid at him like the sharpest arrow.
"If you had been there, then I would not have to suffer, if you had been there, truly, as you say, then the nightmares would have never begun. They would have NEVER been there to begin with. You were never there, Tristan. Admit it!"
Tristan’s face changed and he stood up. "Genevive," his hands reached out to , but I stepped back, " listen to ."
"I did listen to you. It turns out, you have been lying!" I seethed the words in his direction.
"I do not wish to hear you anymore. Not when you tell that you could have done, you could have prevented sothing from happening and you chose not to—"
"I would never choose not to protect you." in a blank of an eye he was in front of , staring at with sothing resembling anger.
But it did happen. We had a chance to protect from sothing and he failed in that. Tristan admitting that he could have prevented it from happening only added more fuel to the fire than I could handle.
I took a step closer to him, keeping out of his reach at the sa ti. "You talk about the nice ss and how they could not happen anymore. Yet you could have done sothing to make sure that they would never occur in the first place. You failed. You failed Tristan, miserably."
His nose flared but Tristan did not utter a word.
"Since you have failed once and cost great suffering. Why don’t you tell how in the world can you stop my nightmares now when you could not do them previously?"
It hit him then about what I was talking about and when it did, Tristan shook his head. "I did want to protect you before. The bond only strengthens my intuition regarding you. That is how I will stop the nightmares."
The bond. Everything was just the bond and nothing else. The bond was the basis of everything and nothing.
The bond was responsible for lack of my purity.
Shaking my head with disgust, I took a few steps away before turning away from him and lowering myself to my knees.
All of it beca too much. I was fine living with the mory, with the night, but with the knowledge that soone could have stopped it all from happening? It made it difficult to live.
"I," I gulped, "I do not understand. How could you tell that you could have protected all this while, saved before anything could happen, and not expect to call you out on your lack of doing so?"
The tickling feeling of tears on my cheeks made turn towards them and wipe them with the back of my hand. Turning my head towards, I announced, "Whatever it is that you want to talk about from now on, refrain from doing self. Find a ssenger if you must, because I would rather never see your face again."
Tristan adamantly shake his head as he stopped towards , "Genevieve don’t—"
"No."
Slowly, I got to my feet again before repeating the word more firmly than before. "No."
"You did what you wanted and you failed. You could have protected but I needed to at the most, but you could not. You hate it from like a coward and now you co to take away the consequences?" Staring at him through my blurry eyes that were filled with tears, I slowly shook my head before blinking my eyes, and allowing the tears to fall, once again, on my cheeks.
"You cannot have the opportunity to take them away. Leave the nightmares to . They are going to have."
Before his Majesty, the king could say another word. I turned around and left. The mont I found the stairs, I ran upstairs into the person’s room of the person. I knew I could trust the most in the palace.
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