Chapter 13: Not Your Bride!

Cyrus was defensive, as his eyes glowed with the untitled mist. "Why do you wish to carry her? I have found her, I believe, I can escort her to her chamber as well."

Hearing this comment only made Dominic's frown get deepened. "She is not someone with whom you should mess, Prince Cyrus."

But these words brought a faint smirk to Cyrus' face. His eyes lingered as he saw the pale facial expressions of the girl, whose brows were shut tightly. Just from one glance, he could say that she was in immense discomfort.

"Instead of fighting with me, why won't you lead the way towards the room? Can't you see... how uncomfortable and scared she looks right now?" His cold voice alarmed King Vilas who stayed silent throughout.

Raising his hand, he stopped Dominic from uttering a single word further. Rather, his eyes stayed focused on his daughter with the distant sentiments.

"Dominic will help you to bring her to her room. "

Dominic stares at his father with evident displeasure. He doesn't wish to escort this man to her personal chamber. The reluctance of his as now reflected freshly in his actions but there was no way King Vilas even took his disliking state into consideration, as for now.

In the meantime, all he wishes to have was the welfare of his Kingdom and to protect his daughter from the eyes of the evil, "Dominic..."

With a lot of reluctance, Dominic nodded his head and bowed slightly.

Afterward, he signaled Cyrus to follow him when both of them left the basement, with one guard tagging to provide the light to see in this pitch darkness.

Yet at the same time, King Vilas stayed stagnant in his position with his hands on his back.

The worriedness was now replaced by the sensitivity of not understanding the tuns in the circumstances even a bit. 'She was eating the food in her chamber. Mary must have put her to sleep. Then how come she appeared in this basement with no one with her?'

Tons of questions were raised in his mind but he held them for her to answer.

Just when he was immersed in his own thoughts, his general stepped ahead to bow smoothly. "His Highness..if you let me say.."

King Vilas looked at the soldier from the corner of his shoulders to nod his head slightly. "What?"

"H..How can you let The Princess be carried by the vampire. She isn't his bride." The general was confined when it came to the current situation.

The princess was beloved, how can their King let her come in direct contact with this unknown and arrogant vampire? Especially after knowing how much hatred they bore for each other's kind of species.

"Because...that was needed. Her condition wasn't a good one."

King Vilas didn't feel the need to elaborate it. If they had fought at this time, about how to handle her or not, the chances of her condition worsening were much higher.

The first and last possibility in his brain was to see Alice getting ill and being exposed to the rest of the world.

However, the general at the back was still not able to get the same in his brain. It made no single sense to him but not the same could be said by King Vilas as he already sensed the puzzlement.

He opened his mouth to say, "If we had created the chaos here, things might have turned uglier."

"... And Princess would have has been exposed to the future harms." The general completed the sentence to which the King nodded his head.

Letting out a tired sigh, he massaged his temples to say, "Hopefully.. this will not affect the treaty between the two Kingdoms.."

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At the same time, Crowned Prince Cyrus brought Alice back to her chamber.

Dominic helped to open the wide door of her chamber when Cyrus step inside delicately and immediately laid her on her soft mattress. The curtains of her bed were pulled aside by Mary who looked alerted after seeing her Princess in this situation.

"Oh My, what happened to dear Princess?" Mary asked the Prince but Dominic had no words to answer.

Instead Of answering the maid, his eyes traveled to see Cyrus, who never tore his gaze away from his sister. "I would like to thank Crowned Prince Cyrus for his help to bring us here."

"It was nothing…" Cyrus muttered in between his breathe.

However, for some unknown reasons, his heart undergoes slight uneasiness on seeing the whiteness that spread on the lady's face lady. "She should be treated soon.." he spoke and Dominic agreed to the same.

This time, he moved his head to look at Mary, "Please bring a tub of hot water. Keep the towels of the warm water over her forehead for the same."

Mary nodded her head, "I will immediately do that." With this, she left the chamber. But her heart wasn't willing to leave Princess alone in the presence of two men.

Despite that one is her brother, she had no idea who was the other man who carried their princes in her unconscious state.

For better security, she assigned two maids who stood by the lady's bed in her defense.

At the same time, King Vilas entered the chamber of Alice to see Prince Cyrus still standing by her side. The same bought some irkness inside his mind when he coughed again to gain their attention.

Unfortunately, Cyrus didn't pay any attention to the presence of the King. He was deeply focused on staring at the lady who looked like an injured person.

'Oh My Cyrus, leave her. She is also a human-like them… but also your wife..' the thought crossed his mind but he found it hard to move his gaze away.

Initially, it was very much hard but King Vilas's hardened voice from behind pulled him out of a daze. "Prince Cyrus."

Turning around, he faced King Vilas to stare into his brown eyes. "Yes, King?"

"Your dear father is.. waiting outside the chamber for your presence. It would be advised for you to.. step out so she can be treated." King Vilas didn't try to be polite with this man anymore.

After all, his daughter is lying unconscious on the bed, who needs urgent attention from their physician.

Unwillingly and with a heavy heart, Cyrus took a few steps in the direction of the large door. But before he finally stepped out, he turned around to look at the lady's face, behind the transparent knitted curtains.

Upon his eyes falling on her, he noted how her lips also lost their cherry blossom color. 'But how can I already imagine if she had those cherry blossom lips?'

He was puzzled at his own mixed thoughts for a mere human. But his stagnant eyes and behavior never missed from Dominic's eyes.

For the longest time, he already saw the unusual actions of the Prince when he coughed to open his mouth to declare.

"She isn't your bride-to-be, Prince Cyrus."

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