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The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate

"You are not human, like us, are you?" The words left my mouth in whispers as my eyes glanced around eyeing the destruction caused by the two men. Two men who had effectively taken out Twenty guards. All heavily armed and trained. But now, not even one old get up. "What gave that away?" My companion, who I had feelings for, mocked. "Perhaps the strength we displayed caused her to see reality," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me making me stumble back in fear. "Is that not true, Princess?" I looked to the man who was silent and ever watchful. "Why? Why were you not true?" I loved him, only him I let myself feel for. He glanced around and spotted Diwal, my trusted advisor. "No one is true in nature here," he pointed to my advisor, "Not even him." Unwanted tears came to my eyes as I glanced around me. I could die tonight and it would all be in their hands. "Don't worry, your highness, it's just the time for it to come to light." My advisor smiled and so did the other two men. •••• A gentle yet cold bastard prince. The bulky, muscular King to be. And a Princess. ~ slow burn ~

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A new chapter- II

Tristan pulled the chair for me and as I settled in, he pushed it in slowly.

"Thank you." I whispered as he moved away and took his seat at the head of the table.

He nodded. "What would you like to eat?"

"I would like to have something light, soup would be good."

Tristan raised the tiny bell that was kept beside him and a servant came inside to stand next to him. Tristan relayed what I wanted and then the servant was on his way.

I felt his eyes on me, watching me continuously. As much as I wanted to avoid looking at him at the moment, something and Me made me want to look at him continuously. Just as he did, just like he did. I wanted to reciprocate the hungry eyes he watched me with.

Lifting my eyes, slowly, I look at him as discreetly as I could only to notice where exactly he was looking out. Tristan was looking at my neck, more specifically the left side, where his Mark was.

"Why do you keep on looking at it?"