The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 431: Epilogue - I

Tristan’s POV.

There have to be a light in the life of every dark person. Without that light present in their life, the person could sway away to the path where they felt nothing and cared for nothing.

A vampire caring for nothing had to be put down, for it was a very dangerous thing.

He cared about someone.

Tristan cared about his Genevieve, his beloved was sleeping beside him peacefully in just a chemise.

A slim cloth made of the finest silk in the world, something he knew she was trying to excite him with. However, he refrained.

Genevieve was a woman of God who is always taught to get out of herself only when it was after she was married. As much as she wanted to do it, he always found one way to turn away, even though it was the hardest shit he had ever done.

It has to be special for her and it would never be as special as it was to be the first time on their wedding night.

It was only a week away and he could abstain.

He got out of bed, knowing that she had fallen asleep and was not going to wake up any time soon. Dressing up quickly, he had it towards the dungeon. Within a few seconds, he stood in front of the prison cell his aunt was inside of.

"She shouts too much." He frowned at the noise She had been creating. "what do you think of cutting her tongue?"

Chiara looked back. "I already did. She shouts that much without it."

Dear Goddess.

Tristan looked at the woman lying on the bench, her hands and legs tied to it. Her partner in crime, her brother, was in the cell next to her.

He looked inside the cell, wanting to have a close look on the woman who had been nothing but a cheat her entire life. The moment he came into her line of view, her eyes turned to him in a plea.

He smiled, cold and ruthless one. "I talked to the king of Lethrois, he denies having any relationship with you and father being a child with you."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head side-by-side as hope left her. She gargled something, but with the lack of her tongue, it was not comprehendible.

Under torture, Anastasia and let them know of one little fact. The fact was that she had met with the king of Lethoris secretly, somewhere that she had managed, and she had with him. He found it hard to believe, given that they looked alike, and now that his half brother was residing in a village far away in Melenmore He also did not bother checking in to see if that was true.

However, the affair was and the king had confirmed it. At least his mannerisms had.

"The king," chiara hissed like a snake, "we know you had an affair with him. But did you know what he said? He said that the information cannot be let out so we can kill you and he rather of alliance to us."

Tristan chuckled. "If you must have it confirmed, we chose the alliance instead of keeping you alive."

Because there was no way he was going to make the same mistake twice.

He took a step back and got out of the cell. He had half of a mind to ask his aunt to end the woman that might end up with the shoe on his head, so he just walked away as the woman screamed on the bench, because another round of torture hsd begun.

His aunt deserved to have her revenge anyway. She had waited for decades To finally do something about the woman who had so brutally burned her sister for a man. She did not even care.

Chiara could keep an Anastasia alive for as long as she wanted and as far as she could keep her away from Genevieve.

Tristan silently walked through the halls of the palace that his father had walked in. Maybe he was walking in his exact steps, where his feet had been.

It was always going to be this way, a little long to have a relationship with his father. The same was with his mother. The woman who had given birth to him, but had always been absent in the memory of her beloved. The fear of whether he would return to her or not before she had passed away, followed by his father, whom he had never met.

But he was never going to have that. His children were never going to suffer that. It was a promise he had made himself long ago.

His children were going to be showered with love and affection and the constant presence of their parents. If Genevieve would be willing to give him a child, he would be the most spoiled child on this planet and he would not care about anyone’s opinion.

Hopefully, it would be children if she may be willing.

He walked past Catherine’s rooms hearing her sound snores and moving forward. The little girl had barely passed fifteen yet a handful. Thankfully, Solomon had taken to the little girl as a little sister and kept an eye on her.

Tristan returned to his bedroom, finding his beloved still sleeping there peacefully, which brought peace to his heart. Reaching over, he kissed her forehead before placing a quick one to her lips as well before resting beside her. He propped his head on his elbow and watched her like he had done all these nights they had started to share a bed.

Genevieve had realized the feelings she had for him in a day when she had been away from him. Just in a day. To his surprise, the little human was not shy from showing her affection. Rather had grown quite bold.

He chuckled remembering her antics before returning to watch her sleeping peacefully.

His Genevieve, his queen. All his.