The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate Chapter 405: Breakfast together – II

"Do you think I should change the colour? It’s orange. I’m not sure of the orange, maybe I should go with the blue one instead?"

Catherine appeared fine in the colour of orange. It complinted her well, especially now that she had gone pale and ridiculously thin.

"I think you look quite alright, my dear. Beautiful regardless of the color of the dress. Now maybe have a seat? I have sothing to talk about with you."

The bright happiness that she had on up, went away after my words and I felt bad.

She ca to , and I held her hand as we walked together. Sitting side-by-side, I took her hands in mind before starting.

"I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast with and Tristan."

She frowned a bit. "breakfast now? I thought we would be having dinner. It’s night."

I smiled and waited for age to co to her on its own, but it did not. "They are the creatures of night. They don’t go out much in the sun."

"Oh. Is that why I was woken up?"

"No, absolutely not. You fell asleep at the wrong ti darling. You have been sleeping since noon and you just woke up. You made it so it was going to be better for you to have dinner before you go to bed." That was what I had been told by Irene. Catherine had fallen asleep, and she had not been woken up.

I did not understand that one bit and I was about to ask why when we had already reached my sister. Why had my sister not been waking up for afternoon lunch? She was not supposed to stay awake the entire night. Had this been planned or was this just a mistake?

"So, I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast or dinner for you, with Tristan, who is the king of the kingdom and with ; your sister?" I gave her a bright smile at the end, trying not to speak to her like she was a deer, I was trying to hunt.

"Why?" Catherine asked, her face showing this fear she was feeling. "He would... He eats blood!"

Drinks. "Tristan says that you would be uncomfortable. So he is not going to eat in front of us or drink. He just wants to talk with you, establish a normal conversation over breakfast."

Catherine stayed silent, yet kept her eyes on . To , it seems like she was trying to find a good explanation and excuse to why she could not make it.

So, I gave her the out. "It is not a compulsion. If you wish to not have dinner with him, it is completely alright."

Newfound hope made her back straighten a bit. "Is it?"

"Yes."

"Then," she stopped herself, looked away before turning back to , " I think I will join you."

"You will?" I did not hide my doubt. "You wanted not to, Catherine. You can."

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders with innocence. "You are my sister. If you are going to set a date with him, so can I."

I did not know what to feel or what I was already feeling at the mont. While everything seed to have changed around , one thing remained the sa. The trust my younger sibling had in . I felt proud because of that. Because I had raised her after the passing of our mother, and sohow, she trusted through all of this.

The realisation was enough to keep going for another day or two. It it was one joy that had not been taken away from .

With a small smile that I can manage, I placed my hand on her shoulder and just nodded. "Co." I whispered before getting up.

I held her hand in mine and Catherine and I walked together. It was just like before except for the different palace that we were in. I would always hold your hand whenever we would be walking together and I did today also.

Irene was walking behind , and this ti there was no one behind her.

I did not question it. But usually, either Bert or Solomon would be behind us. Maybe they did not because of Catherine.

"Where are we going?"

"To the room where the king dines alone." I told her. "Just like the family dining room we had in the palace of lenmore."

"You an," she paused, "ho?"

Ho.

I had expected a lot of thoughts to co into my mind when I heard that word but no. I was completely empty.

"Yes, ho." I said, with a smile, just for her.

Catherine stayed silent for soti, and had she not been my Sister, I would have not been worried or known that she was about to ask sothing a little controversial.

She leaned in as we continued to walk, "Do you think if I ask him questions he would mind?"

I chuckled. "Absolutely not. He would love to answer them." In that way, I would also co face-to-face with a few tis I did not know myself. I was sure that there were many.

But if I thought about it, Tristan would smooth over a few details that he did not want her to know.

"great!! I have been thinking about a lot of things and I think I know— wait, what if I’m not successful in asking all of them?"

"You can ask him whenever you see him then."

"Wonderful! Then I—"

Glancing over to my sister, I happily listened to what she had to say. My morning, or should I rather say late in the evening, was already brightened because of her. maybe, this dinner with Tristan might be a success.

I tsked under my breath, it was not like if it was not a success I could go anywhere. From the conversation we had had before Irene intervened, it appears that he was not going anywhere and was not going to let go anywhere as well.