The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 344: A lovely walk - III

"I wonder," he mused with a small smile on his face, "I find you to be confident and fierce yet you say you are nothing like your sister."

"Hah," I could not help but laugh at that. "Headstrong and stubborn would be the correct words for her. Only my mother could put her in her place by pulling on the Queen title."

And it was a sight to see. Sadly, I did not remember much of it, but I knew my mother could definitely put a hold on her entitlement.

"If she is headstrong to that extent, what makes you think that she will be a good queen?" Tristan glanced at me at the end.

"I had never thought of it in such a context." My eyes now look at the grass ahead of us. I did not know why exactly I did not ponder on this when I should have. This was right in front of me.

"Why have you not?"

Why had I not? After careful deliberation, I answered him. " because I was so occupied with the thought of the Queen being one of my blood, I forgot to.."

"To?" He urged, still staring at my face.

I did not want to say it. It was hard but I had to think about it and discuss it with someone at some point. "I forgot to think if the person was worthy of sitting on the throne or not."

My father sat on the throne and the country had never seen brighter days in his rule. I was sure that Estelle would do great, but the extent to which she could be stubborn was terrifying.

I shook my head slightly, that was not my concern at the moment. Wha— "Ah!" my hand went to the side of my head, before I looked at Tristan. "What did you do?"

He hit me!

"I did this." He raised his fingers and flicked me over the same spot again, making me cover it by my hand.

"Why?" I stepped away from him with my eyes glaring at him. The moment I did, his hand wrapped round my elbow, and he pulled me beside him.

He smirked a little and I could see the evilness in his eyes. "Because I tell you every time not to think about anything when you are with me. Here, I thought that we were sharing out problems, then you went ahead and started to think about all of your burdens alone."

"They are my burden," I told him as a matter of fact, with emphasis on the word my. "Who is supposed to think of and carry my burdens, aren’t I?"

Tristan stopped and pulled me closer. Close enough for our chests to touch. I lowered my eyes when I felt him lean closer to me, almost closing them when I felt his breath right against my ear. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Mine, my dearest. Your problems are mine, your burdens are mine. Mine to carry in mind to think of."

"Then what do I think of?" I whispered, without opening my eyes.

"You think of me." My heart fluttered when his lips touched the shell of my ear. "You think of only me."

I blinked my eyes open and took a step away just as he straightened up. Tristan stared at me as unabashedly as I wanted to look away in shyness.

"Okay," I whispered, before tapping his chest to move him away. "I understand. Now leave some distance in between us."

"Maybe, there should not be any distance in between us. That way you will be reminded of my presence constantly." He winked before snaking his arm around my waist, and gently pressing me to walk forward.

"When will Solomon arrive with the letter?"

"It truly depends upon the progress he made with your sister. If she believes him, which she should, that he will be here in sometime, if not, it might take him a night to fall more." Tristan glanced at him just in case, and I knew why. He knew that I was going to start thinking about that now.

"You worry about everything. You overthink everything." He concluded.

He was right. "Between me and my sister, it was decided that she was the one who was going forward with whatever she wanted and I was the one who had to think of the consequences of decisions and how to deal with them. So, overthinking became a habit overtime."

She was headstrong, so it often became a challenge to make her see the reason why we should not do something. So, at times, most of the time instead of batting with her, I would just take care of the consequences instead. They were easier deal with.

"I do not see why she used to be the Queen. From what you have pointed out about Estelle, she seems more like your father in more ways than one. She is quite headstrong, does not drink her decisions through like she is sure if she’s to become queen and, she does not match with the quality your mother was widely known for. Kind-heartedness."

Kind heartedness could also get a percent killed by the man they loved.

"She once was. Everything that you said is after years of abuse from the court and the people, we now. She changed because she knew she had to do that to survive." And just like that, I sympathized a little with Queen Anastacia.

Men had created politics to be blood, thirsty, and cruel, something that women had to uphold their stand in. The moral qualities that came with the general were changed accordingly.

"I see." He nodded and this time, I could see that he was thinking about something. Possibly about the situation with my sister. It was peculiar, one of a kind and it must be something he would like to give his opinion on.

Tristan stopped, halting me with him. He turned to the castle and glanced at it briefly before looking at me. "Solomon is back, with the letter from your sister."