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Then Silas had shown me the world of vampires; a difficult but thrilling society to enter. He had assigned tutors to guide me and prepare me for my new circumstances. I had harbored only doubts about my ability to become a proper Princess, but Silas had always trusted in my abilities – far more than I trusted in them myself, in fact.
My husband was a wonderful man; he couldn’t die.
If he lived through this wound, I would prove to him every day how much I loved him. I would never let him go.
Please, please, wake up, Silas.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Silas
I didn’t know how long healing had taken me. I had drifted in and out of consciousness the entire time. All the while I had imagined Grace leaving me. I kept calling out to her, but she just kept turning around and walking away, over and over again.
Someone was by my side throughout my whole illness. I felt a presence next to me, but I couldn’t recognize who it was.
When I finally snapped awake, coming back to my senses, I found myself in my tent. Grace was lying on the bedroll next to me. I shifted carefully, trying not to wake her up, but she stirred anyway. Her beautiful sky-blue eyes stared at me, cloudy from sleep.
She rose up with a start a moment later. “Silas, you’re awake!”
I gave her a soft smile. “I’m not easy to kill.”
“I know, but…” She trailed off. “You were out of it for three whole days. I’ve never dealt with a vampire being sick. I was worried you would…”
“…Die?” I finished the sentence for her.
Grace blushed and nodded. “I know you’re undead, so it’s not easy to kill you. The stake barely missed your heart though, and it was poisonous, or so the soldiers told me.”
“I see,” I said. “I might have taken on too many enemies at once.”
“You’re awful!” Suddenly tears appeared in Grace’s eyes. “How could you not look out for yourself at all?”
“It’s hard to stay safe when you’re on the battlefield,” I chuckled.
“R-Right,” she mumbled, wiping at the tears. “But what if you really had died?”
“Then you would be a widow?” I ended the sentence with a question, because I wasn’t sure where she was going with her line of thought.
“I would,” she bumped my shoulder gently. “And I would hate it.”
“Would you?” I arched my eyebrows, confused. “I thought you hated me.”
“What?” Her eyes widened. “No-no-no, I don’t hate you!”
“You called me a monster, though.”
Great, Silas – way to start getting back on good terms with your wife. Why are you reminding her about painful things?
Grace looked away then turned back to me with a serious expression. “You’re not a monster. I just… didn’t understand your point of view. You’re a vampire, sure, but that doesn’t make you a monster.”
“Even though I’ve killed so many men?”
“It was all to protect the ones you care for, right?” She asked.
I nodded. “I never kill unless completely necessary.”
“R-Right. A monster wouldn’t care so much about the circumstances of whom he killed and whom he kept alive. And… throughout the weeks I’ve known you, you’ve shown me nothing but warmth and kindness. I can’t believe you’re evil, Silas. You’re just you, influenced in different ways by the different life experiences you’ve had to face.”
She gave me an expectant look.
