The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 392. Big Brother

Chapter 392: 392. Big Brother

A soft sound drew Mauve out of her bed. She sat upright with a frown on her face. She must have dozed off.

The sound that had pulled her from sleep resounded, and it seemed as though whoever was knocking wouldn’t come in unless she said to.

"Mauve, it’s me." She heard Malcolm say.

"Come in," she attempted, but her voice sounded hoarse. She tried again, this time speaking louder. "Come in."

The door opened immediately, and Malcolm walked in. "Mauve," he called, rushing to where she lay on the bed. "What’s going on?"

She folded her knees and placed her head on her knees. "I suppose I am a prisoner now," she replied with a sad smile.

"What? Galath told me he saw some guards escorting you to your room, and when he asked to see you, he was declined. What in hell happened? I know you were supposed to speak to Father after lunch. Does this have anything to do with it?"

His gaze on her was intense as he interrogated her, but at least his genuine concern was comforting. His forehead had worry lines on them as his eyes scanned her face.

"Yeah," she replied, hugging herself tighter.

"Tell me what happened. Father wouldn’t just do this out of the blue."

Mauve gave him a blank stare.

"I take that back, but he usually has reasons."

"And you think that is enough to justify this?" She asked with a raised brow. It was a bit sad to see no one was on her side.

"I never said that," he replied. "But if I have to confront him, I need to know why."

Mauve turned away from him and faced the other side. His sentence threw her off. There was a chance he might not confront the King. That was not the sort of thing she wanted to hear right now.

Malcolm sighed loudly, "Whatever happened between you and Father, I apologize on his behalf. There is no reason for him to do this. So please tell me what happened so I can deal with this immediately and get you out of this situation."

"Do you hate me, Malcolm?" She asked, slowly turning around to look at his face.

"What? Why would you even ask that?" He asked with a bewildered expression on his face.

Mauve’s expression didn’t change. "You didn’t answer the question. Do you hate the fact that I am your half-sister? Do you hate me for this and for what I stand for?"

She watched Malcolm’s expression darken. "What did he tell you?"

"Nothing I didn’t already know. It just caught me off guard a little when he blurted it out of nowhere." She buried her head between her bent legs.

"Mauve," Malcolm called, forcing her to look up at him. "Tell me what happened."

She took a deep breath as she prepared herself to recount the incident. She tried to make it as brief as possible. There was no reason to dwell on the unnecessities.

"At lunch, I told the King I would like to return to the Vampire Regions."

Malcolm winced, but he quickly returned his expression to a neutral state. "What was his response to this?"

Her lips formed a thin line. "You could say he wasn’t very pleased about this, but that would be a huge understatement. I insisted, and he said I should do as he asked as that is the only way to make up for my miserable existence as I have done nothing but bring shame to him from the moment I took my first breath."

Malcolm looked absolutely horrified. "He said that?"

"Well, not those exact words, but he might as well have said so. Then he asked the guards to escort me to my room and keep me there. A prisoner, that’s what I am. Well, this has always been the case, but this time around, there is no sugarcoating it."

"You are no prisoner, and I will have this dissolved immediately."

"Good luck with that," she said, not hiding her lack of faith.

Malcolm sighed, "I know this doesn’t help, but I am happy you are my sister. I have always been. I wouldn’t ask for anyone else. It is quite unfortunate that the circumstances are like this, but know that every breath you take matters. Your existence is important to me."

Mauve felt water gather in her eyes, "Hah, you don’t have to butter me up. I can handle a few hurtful words. They are nothing new."

As she spoke, she felt tears pour out the side of her eyes and land on her knee. Malcolm placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed slightly.

"Wipe your tears," he said with a bright smile, "For a princess doesn’t cry."

Mauve gave him a sad chuckle, "Yeah, a real princess."

"You are as real as it gets. Once a princess, always a princess."

"I have never been a princess."

"That’s not true. You are my sister; last I checked, I am the crown prince. If that doesn’t make you a princess, we might as well throw my title into the garbage."

"I am only your half-sister."

"Still, my sister. No matter how you phrase it, it won’t change what it is. Besides, you married the King of Vampires as the Princess of Greenham. No matter what happens, that won’t change."

Mauve pouted her lower lip. She didn’t have any counter to his words. "Your words are so corny," she said, wiping her face.

"Corny or not. That doesn’t make them less true. Lean on your big brother. You are not alone. I know it must look like you are, and I haven’t been the greatest myself, but this time around, I will make sure it goes your way."

"Promise?" Mauve asked, hiding her face. Should she have hope this time?

"Promise," Malcolm responded without hesitation. "Let me speak to Father. I am sure this is just one huge misunderstanding, and we can come to an agreement."

Mauve’s smile was stiff. She couldn’t see them coming to any sort of agreement. However, pessimism never got her anywhere. She would try to rely on her big brother. What other option did she have?