Midnight Royale

Chapter 20: Proud

"Are you alright?" I hissed on him in annoyance.

He stilled for a moment. "And why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Why do you have the confidence to laugh at me after what you have done? Aren't you aware that I almost died?" I hissed in annoyance.

Everyone is acting just alright, and seeing him as if nothing happened and being a j3rk—I don't know how to react anymore!

Instead of showing remorse or a reaction that I wanted to see, he just laughed on me!

"What? Aren't you proud of yourself?"

Proud? Why would I be proud of what happened?

"I almost died. Is that something that I should brag about? Did I just survive everything to get myself dead?"

"Why? Isn't that what you are trying to do, Genevierre?" He asked me with a mischievous tone.

He started to take a step towards me. This scene reminds me of danger. He always leans on my face—either kiss or suck my blood.

His cold hands reached for my arms and pull me towards him.

"Is that what you are always trying to do, Genevierre? You are always trying to kill yourself. Now you are telling me that?"

I feel attack. Even I am not the real princess—the Genevierre in the modern time is also like this–hopeless and wanted to die.

"So why are you mad? Isn't that favorable to you?"

"Then why the hell did you even heal me again? You should have let me die! Why did you even try to save me again?"

I pull my arm away from him as he smiled in amusement. I badly want to pull his lips!

"Well, you cannot escape just like that. Don't be selfish and pass your problems to the royal family or your family itself. Be miserable and face it." He confronted me.

What he said is so cruel–but made sense. I cannot talk back or shout because what he said is true. I wanted to die because I want to runaway with my problems.

"What if my problems doesn't have any solution anymore?"

It is good that I am here. I am not the Genevierre who had a lot of debt. But the princess' life reminds me of mine too. We are not identical from face to name... But also in life.

Lazarus stopped leaning his face on me and just shook his head straight.

"Everything is limitless, princess. Problems always have a solution within them. If the answer is not in front of you, then go seek for it. Dying is not the solution. You will make everything worst. If you are trying to die, at least not here."

My heart was disappointed when I heard his last sentence. Why did I even get my hopes up that the prince will be nice?

"Then let me go. I want to stay away from this castle! As if I wanted to stay?!" I hissed in annoyance and walk away from him.

I throw myself to sit in the bed. He was in front of me in an instant.

"Should I notify the Aristocrats that you are going away? I can do that." He grinned on me.

Then I remembered those cruel oldies who are going to be the death of me in a wicked way. I mean... I don't know what will they do to me once I am not the princess anymore... But I know that they are dangerous. I rather get my blood suck by Lazarus to death rather than death with Aristocrats.

"You're obviously leaving me no choice! What do you want from me?"

Lazarus seat on the couch and rest his head there. "Oh, why are you asking me as if I am the one who needs something from you?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Isn't that correct? You obviously need my blood." I rolled my eyes after.

"You are being proud!" He giggled. "Did you forgot how I saved you from that day?"

"And you almost killed me that day too." I immediately answered back, proud.

He grinned. "Should I call the Aristocrats and tell that I don't want you as the princess anymore?"

My smile vanished. "Get out."

Lazarus looked at me with a smile. "Wow, you are really fearless right in front of me! Where did your old self go?"

Old self? The real Genevierre?

Now that he ask that, I am also curious where did her soul go. Is it in my body? My! Why did I just think of this now?

The royal princess is in my body? I wonder how she handles the culture shock, debt, and poverty?

I hope she can survive well.

"My old self is somewhere far away. So don't try to find that one and face me!" I hissed on him. "If you are just going to bother my peace, can you just go? Can't you see I am a little busy?"

The proud Lazarus didn't even bother to move an inch.

"We have a deal, right? I am here to remind you of that."

I was confused for a moment–but the moment I realize it–Lazarus again is crashing my body into his and pushed me to bed!

"Lazarus!" I exclaimed in suprise and push him away.

He held both of my arms and pinned it to bed.

"Did you forgot our deal?"

"To be your blood bag?!" I asked him in disbelief. "You almost killed me that day, Lazarus! Do you think I will still agree to be your blood bag!? And stop doing this! If the old me likes you to do this or weak, then I am different!"

Lazarus leaned his face on my neck. He is stronger than me and all I can do is shout to stop him.

"I don't care about the old you. I like this different side of yours," he whispered to my ears.

His lips started to travel all over my neck—I started to panick.

"Lazarus! I am serious, don't do this! I don't want you to bite me—I mean we have an agreement that I will provide you blood! But I just woke up right now and still trying to get my strength back! Are you seriously going to kill me!?" I asked him in panic.

He started to sniff my neck and put a light kisses on it. I called his name again but I felt his teeth teasing my skin!

"What you said is valid," he nodded his head on me and push himself out. "So where can I get some blood from you?"

I push myself app and glared on him. "Why did you do that!?"

"I didn't do anything!" He laughed.

"You scared me!" I hissed. Oh god, I take back what I said. I don't want Lazarus to be the cause of my death! I think I will die on him in a very slow way! "Let's talk about our deal. You cannot just enter my room and grope me to tell you need blood!"