The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 777. Simply A Drizzle

Chapter 777: 777. Simply A Drizzle

Malcolm narrowed his gaze at this before slowly turning his head back to his sister. "Are you really sure you want to stay here?" Malcolm asked even before the door closed.

"Malcolm, yes. I already said this before. I wouldn’t have left Greenham if I didn’t want to stay here," she replied.

"Do they really treat you right here? I know vampires don’t like humans. They don’t have to pretend otherwise, simply because they need our help."

"Yes, don’t assume the worst. There were some tough times," she explained, not wanting to lie to her brother. "But it has gotten so much better since then, I promise."

"I find that hard to believe. You’d bear through the worst storm and say it was simply a drizzle."

"That’s not true. If I thought vampires couldn’t change, I wouldn’t dare suggest this. If I thought this favored us less, I would never have brought it up with Jael, but magic would be great for humans, especially for diseases we don’t have a cure for."

Malcolm’s eyes narrowed. He knew what Mauve was talking about. "You don’t have to blame yourself. Vae’s mother’s death has nothing to do with you." And neither did your mother’s, but he didn’t add the last part.

"I know," Mauve replied. "And I promise I don’t blame myself, but it would be nice to get to the root of it. Kieran has also promised to help, and I know we can rely on him. He has saved me a lot of times already."

Mauve felt a little uncomfortable telling her brother the disease had been created by vampires, even if the vampire had been killed by Jael. She doubted he would see it in any light other than vampires hating humans and enjoying torturing them. That was not what she wanted.

"Promises don’t mean anything when we suffer at their hands every day."

"Things can change," Mauve pleaded desperately. "I am sure of that."

"I don’t wish I could trust vampires as easily as you say, but I will give them a chance."

"I am grateful that you will consider it even though you hate them."

"I don’t do this for them. I do this for you and your unborn child. You’re both my family, and," he paused and looked around, "I would absolutely be heartbroken if I ever heard that you were attacked by Palers and something terrible happened, especially when I could have done something to help."

"Thank you," Mauve said, fighting the urge to cry.

"You should have told me you didn’t have anyone to take care of you," Malcolm said, changing the subject.

"What? I do. I have my attendants, a friend, and Jael’s aunt. She is here with her mate until I deliver. Don’t think I don’t have anyone looking to make sure I give birth safely and," Mauve paused.

"And?" Malcolm asked.

"I can tell I will be fine," she smiled at him. She had almost divulged the fact that her baby helped her heal faster. She had seen his reaction to magic; Mauve feared her brother might assume the worst again.

"Your feelings and reality are not the same thing."

Mauve knew her brother wasn’t trying to be mean; he just wanted her to consider things carefully, but it didn’t stop his words from stinging. However, she knew exactly what she wanted. If it seemed like a pipe dream, then so be it, but it didn’t mean she was going to stop.

She was the only one with relations to both sides. She was the only one who could make this work, and she intended to do her hardest, even if it seemed bizarre to her brother. All she needed was his help; he didn’t need to think her actions were logical. The results would show for themselves.

"I know, but I didn’t think I would last this long in the Vampire Regions. I never thought it would actually be this good, but it has been. Jael loves me, and I love him too. I know he wants what is best for us because I am human, and our child will be part of both sides. I really want us to come to an understanding. I don’t want any side to feel they have been cheated, and it’s not just about me or Jael. It’s about the future—our child’s future, and maybe even the future of humans and vampires coexisting. I know it sounds idealistic, but someone has to try. If not me, then who?" Mauve’s voice shook a little, but her eyes glistened with determination.

Malcolm sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his sister, really looked at her, and saw the resolve etched into her features. She wasn’t the same naive girl who had left Greenham. She had grown, hardened by challenges but still holding onto hope. It was both admirable and frustrating.

"You’ve always been stubborn," he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I guess that’s why you’re the one doing this. I just... I don’t want to see you get hurt. Not again."

"I know," Mauve said softly. "And I appreciate that. But I’m not alone anymore. I have Jael, his family, and even the vampires who’ve started to see me as more than just a human. They’ve started to trust me, and I’ve started to trust them. It’s not perfect, but it’s progress."

Malcolm nodded slowly, though his expression remained guarded. "I’ll give it a chance, for you. But if none of the people I send give me something tangible, I won’t be agreeing to it. No arguments."

Mauve smiled, relief washing over her. "Thank you, Malcolm. That’s all I ask."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the tension between them easing slightly. Mauve knew her brother’s acceptance wouldn’t come overnight, but this was a start. And for now, that was enough.

"Come here," Malcolm said and stretched out his hand to her with a smile on his face.