198 - The Strong Is Weak
It took Zezi more time than it would if she wasn't so heavily pregnant, to follow him.
Following his scent, she found him in the Hall of Statues, staring at one of the gigantic sculptures, like there was something hidden in it, something she couldn't see.
“Va—”
“Can you feel that?” He asked quietly, so quietly, it made her somewhat terrified.
“Feel what?” She looked around, trying to see or sense whatever it was that was making him act this way.
But there was nothing there.
There was nothing anywhere, and although the Hall wasn't properly lit, her eyesight was good enough to pick out anything odd in the dark.
There was nothing odd in the dark.
By the Moon, there was nothing!
Worry filled her mind and she started to wonder if Valerick was going crazy. If the recent battles that he had been fighting were starting to have an effect on his mental health. If that was the situation, then the people mustn't find out about this. For the interest of her kind and his kind that supported him, this must remain a secret. A secret, or they would say he was unfit to be King, then he would be challenged.
Zezi wasn't scared that he would lose, no. It was certain he would win. It was the consequences that would follow that terrified her. The effect that would have on the administration of Lavida, the Kingship, her people, her bats and mostly Valerick.
He wouldn't deserve any of it.
She was worried about him. She had to protect him.
She would have to tell Nicholas though, he was Valerick's close friend, and with the experience that she had with him, she was certain that he would keep this a secret and help at the same time.
Right now though, the last thing she wanted to do was to make Valerick feel like he was losing his mind.
“This Hall has memories,” she approached him slowly while he still had his back turned to her. “If you wanted to recreate those memories, all you need to do is ask, not terrify me like that.” She ended on a teasing note.
It took a second for him to turn and look at her.
His eyes were blank, filled with nothing, then he blinked and smiled.
“I just thought I sensed something. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
She shook her head. “We can search around—”
“There is nothing there.” He was in front of her, his hand holding hers. “Let's go. A bath should help you feel better.”
“Are you certain you don't want us to search?”
“No.” He pressed a quick kiss on her forehead and held her gaze as he spoke. “There is nothing there.”
She smiled. “A bath will be nice.”
With that, they both left the Hall while they talked about other things, like the weather, how it seemed like the sky was filled with rain and many other things.
Her giggles echoed along the hallway, just as his chuckles vibrated through the walls.
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To seek the help of a Bloodsucker was nothing but a mistake and George was a fool to have ever made the mistake in the first place.
Whatever that witch had done to him, he couldn't tell but he could feel the pain all over his body; each movement ached, it felt like agony had taken the place of his blood and was now running through his veins.
But it was his tradition to kiss Mira goodnight and tell the same to Aunt Alice. Ever since it had been discovered that she was also “like them”, he had ensured to do it even more than he used to before.
His daughter had asked him one day if he still loved her despite the fact that she now drinks blood.
“Daddy, do you still love me?” She had asked, her eyes glimmering with tears. “You don't play with me anymore.”
It was strange to come to terms with the fact that Mira was older than she looked and even more with the fact that she was now a Bloodsucker. The question had shocked him. Yes, it had been a struggle for him to deal with many things that had been happening recently, also Ka’ik had been grabbing control from him. Everything felt too much and he had been keeping to himself but why would she think he didn't love her anymore?
Was it because of the extent of hatred he had shown to the Bloodsuckers? But that didn't matter, not anymore, she was his daughter.
His baby girl and that was all that mattered.
So, he had reassured her that no matter what she was, he would always love her.
“Daddy will always love you, Mira.” He pulled her into an embrace. “ Always.”
He had been moved to tears. Holding her felt like he was hanging by a thread on the life he used to know, and feeling it change while he held on, unable to do anything about it.
To save it.
His helplessness felt too much.
When she slipped out of his arms to go out to play with Gwen and Aunt Alice, he let her go and he ensured to keep a smile on his face till she shut the door.
Then he had wept.
Oh, he wept.
Life was dragging him in different directions and there was nothing he could do to save the precious family he used to know.
What would he do with all this love he had? With all this regret? With all this pain, anger and thirst for revenge?
What would he do with this feeling of betrayal that ate at him daily? He had reproduced the kind that killed everyone he loved right before his eyes and even the one he saved had found her place with this kind.
The very kind he hated had made a place in his life and he didn't know what to do.
His tears had shook him to the core.
It was all too much for him.
Everyone seemed to be moving on fine but he just couldn't. Every night, those dead eyes were all he could.
He wished he could talk to someone, he wished he had someone.
Too much. Everything was too much.
He had no one to understand him, not even his wolf was on his side.
He felt so lonely.
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