MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON Chapter 63

Freda's pov.

Having the breeze on my face brought about some freshness to my body; who knew taking a walk and talking could cheer me up?

Damien was sweet, and each time I thought about just how sweet he was, there was this gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach. I tried not to pay attention to it, or my plans to escape were just going to crumble.

If I leave would I ever come back? I asked myself as we both made our way back to the castle. I searched for the answer deep within me, and just when I thought I had found it, my thoughts were disturbed by the cheerful sound of Christie's voice. I looked up at her to see her coming towards us and I smiled.

"Ah, it is perfect timing that you present yourself; see Freda back in our chambers," Damien said, and I looked up at him.

"Alone?" I asked, wasn't he coming with me, the confusion was evident on my face and he smiled, rubbing my cheeks for a second.

"I shall join you shortly. I have my wounds I need to attend to. Since Christie is here, let her join you on the walk back, I shan't take too long on the other affairs I need to attend to," he said smiling sweetly at me and I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing. I was even more embarrassed because Christie could see how mushy he made me.

"O-okay," I said, and he dropped his hand. Giving me one last sweet look, he turned and walked away from us.

"Your Highness," Christie said with a bow when he walked past her.

"Come," I said stretching my hand towards her which she took, smiling like a child who just got her first candy bar. I was happy she liked me as much as I liked her, it made me think of my best friend.  Thinking of it, Christie had filled my thoughts of Kara for a while.

I knew Kara would be doing well, but she would be missing me greatly.  I did promise her I was going to return. The feeling of sadness washed over me, I missed her a great deal. If she had been with me, she would have loved Christie. I needed to get out of here soon so I could see her too and tell her everything about Christie. I am sure Christie would love her too.

"Are you okay?" I heard Christie ask and I turned to look at her.

"Why?" 

"For a split second your mood went sour, is it something I did? I… I am sorry If I did something wrong. Was it because I came towards you the moment you and the king left the garden, I am sorry I couldn't help myself and I wa-"

"It is none of those things, Christie, you did nothing wrong. It is nothing, my thoughts just drifted for a moment, you are fine and besides if you hadn't come Damien would have just told one of the guards to walk me so I am glad you showed up when you did," I said and her cheeks flushed red. Christie couldn't handle the praises I gave her without turning red. It was a pretty sight seeing her happy and I know for one that she loved it when I praised her.

"You know, in all my time serving at the castle, I have never seen His Highness smile as he did back then," she said, and my heart began beating faster. This felt like another revelation to me, was he really only nice to me?

"Tell me more," I unconsciously said out loud; I wanted to know more.

We got to the room, and Christie wanted to leave, but I stopped her.

"I want to know more of the things that changed about him," I asked, genuinely curious. I shouldn't be asking; I shouldn't care to know either, but I couldn't help it. I surprisingly was interested in knowing more about him.

"You're a good luck charm; you are like something lady Elara made out of magic solely for his happiness; I have never seen him so alive around a person. The only time he seemed more lively was whenever he came back from a war."

"And did he go to war occasionally?" I asked, settling myself on the bed and patting the space beside me for Christie to sit but she shook her head.

"Come sit," I said.

"Sorry, I should leave soon so they don't notice I am gone in the kitchen," she said, and I frowned. As much as I would like to have her not return to Agatha, I would not want her to get punished.

"It's okay"

"To answer your question, I don't really know. I was always getting punished and locked up and didn't come out much either but the little times I saw His Highness, he always kept to himself, didn't talk much, sometimes never left his room or would visit the blood club, and did not return for days, you know we maids always thought he would end up alone and unhappy and if he was to get crowned king he was going to be a terrible one," she said with a strange smile on her face that broke my heart.

"I am glad you came into his life at the right time," she said, and I began to hear the beating of my chest in my ears; it was so loud I lost focus for a while, but the sound of Christie's voice brought me back.

"What did you say?" I asked looking up at her.

"How was your walk in the garden?" she said, smiling from ear to ear, and it made me chuckle.

"It was wonderful, we talked about little things, he was sweet and charming and- what?" I asked, her smile had turned into a grin and it was much wider.

"You speak like you are in awe of him, you sound happy, you look happy even," she said, and my heart skipped a bit. Was I happy?