Chapter 172
‘I guess he is right for not trusting me,’ Wynn thought before changing course, ‘I will catch up with princess Claire later.’
Wynn ran around pretending to search for princess Claire until daylight so that king Thorvald will be forced to go back to the caste, not knowing that king Thorvald could actually walk in daylight.
Wynn made his way back to the castle, to king Thorvald’s room.
“I kept on losing her scent. I will continue searching for her today,” Wynn said, standing in king Thorvald’s room.
“Go,” King Thorvald said with a show of hand, scooting him away.
‘Will you keep an eye on king Thorvald today? Let me know if he leaves?’ Wynn mind linked prince Deacon.
‘Why would he leave during the day?’ Prince Deacon mind linked him back.
‘Princess Claire is missing,’ Wynn mind linked again.
‘But still, why would king Thorvald leave when the sun is out?’ Prince Deacon linked again.
‘Just keep an eye on him, like spent your day with him,’ Wynn mind linked again.
‘He stays in his room during the day,’ Prince Deacon mind linked, really not in the mood for king Thorvald as he was having a good time with Sanura.
‘Just do it! Pretend to want to know everything about the hunter,’ Wynn mind linked, speeding off.
After spending the better half of the day pretending to search for princess Claire, he finally decided that he needed to find her for real and see if she needed help.
Wynn caught up with her near the Canadian border, “Fancy seeing you here.”
“He is going to kill me. Please you have to help me,” Princess Claire begged.
“How did you make it this far in such a short time?” Wynn asked.
“By being charming,” Princess Claire said, looking around for an escape.
“Stop looking for a way to escape me, I am here to help you,” Wynn said.
“Why?” Princess Claire asked, not believing him.
“Because not everyone likes king Thorvald. I just fail to understand why you think he wants to kill you,” Wynn questioned.
“One too many miscarriages,” Princess Claire said, her head hanging.
“He blames you?” Wynn asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” Princess Claire cried.
Wynn took a deep breath, “My vampire speed is not that great during the day but I know a place where you will be safe.”
“You are really going to help me?” Princess Claire asked.
“Yes, but first we need to get you fresh clothes and a different scent,” Wynn said, holding his arm out to her.
Hesitantly princess Claire took his arm and allowed him to walk her away to a nearby building that looked like a coffee house.
“We will have lunch first before we get you something else to wear,” Wynn said, noticing that she looked like she was in much need of a meal.
Princess Claire realized just how hungry she was and tried to think when was the actual last time she had something to eat, ‘Two days ago, a piece of bread.’
After lunch which princess Claire could not get fast enough into her mouth, Wynn booked them into an Inn so that she can wash up, “You take a bath while I go find you something to wear. Please don’t run, king Thorvald will be out looking for you as soon as darkness comes and the next time you are found you might not be so lucky.”
Wynn returned to the Inn with new clothes and perfume for princess Claire.
“For a moment I expected you to be gone,” Wynn said when he entered the room and found princess Claire sitting on the bed with just a towel around her, her long blond hair wet against her body, her blue eyes filled with fear.
“I considered it for a moment but realized that you will just sniff me out again. I am trusting you,” Princess Claire said, standing up.
Wynn's eyes fell on her bare legs and he pulled his eyes away only to find her in the mirror again, “It's not as if you have much of a choice.”
Princess Claire noticed his eyes on her and wondered how it will feel to have s*x willingly instead of one-sided.
“I will let you get dressed,” Wynn said, walking towards the door.
“Wait,” Princess Claire said, dropping her towel.
Wynn turned around and gulped air at the sight of her. Wynn looked away quickly, ‘Is this why king Thorvald really wants to kill her? Has she been sleeping around?’ He wondered.
“Don’t you want me?” Princess Claire asked, looking at him, wondering why he was looking away.
“I now know why the king wants you dead. Get dressed so that we can leave,” Wynn said, leaving the room.
“What? No! You misunderstand! Please it is not what you think,” Princess Claire, filled with embarrassment, grabbed the towel from the floor to cover herself again.
Wynn shut the door behind him, ignoring her, ‘I should take her to king Thorvald, after all, if she is sleeping around then perhaps, she deserves what is coming to her?’ he thought, conflicted.
Princess Claire put on the dress without undergarments as Wynn didn’t get her any clean ones.
After getting the dress on she opened the door, “Please will you help me to fasten the dress?”
‘Is she trying to seduce me?’ Wynn thought before entering the room to help her.
Wynn started to fiddle with the fastening of her dress, his hand touching her back, her skin so soft. With every accidental touch, he felt his manhood grow.
“I promise I have not been with anyone but king Thorvald,” Princess Claire broke the silence.
Wynn continued in silence, fighting the urge to put the palm of his hand to the skin of her back, to touch her, to take her right there.
Princess Claire was about to talk again but Wynn swept her up and sped off with her into the night.
Wynn ran for half the night before taking a break and continuing. He ran with her in his arms, while she fell asleep. Wynn didn’t stop running until the sun started to rise again. He came to a stop in front of a Convent.
“Are you serious? A Convent?” Princess Claire protested.
“Yes. Not only won't you be able to seduce anyone, well unless you seduce the priest, but no supernatural will be able to pass the gate.”
“So, it is true then that holy places are off-limit to you guys?” Princess Claire stated, pulling the string of the bell of the gate.
“No, but this place has a shaman spell on it that makes any supernatural’s skin burn when they try to enter it.
A nun comes out to the gate, “Good morning.”
“Good morning sister. This is the sister of my late brother. I have to return to the front line back in Europe and I was,” Wynn started but the nun cut him off.
“No need to explain. Come, you poor thing,” she opened the gate and walked princess Claire in.
Wynn looked at the horizon before speeding off, ‘I should have at least an hour of good speed.’
By mid-day Wynn booked himself into an Inn, waiting for nightfall. It took him a whole night to get back to the castle, that is how far away he ran with princess Claire.
When he arrived at the castle king Thorvald send for him.
“King Theo wants to see you immediately,” Paul instructs.
“What’s up with you?” Wynn asked at the sight of Paris worried face.
“King Thorvald is treating Shysie’s life,” Paris stated.
“Shouldn’t you be happy about that or do you like being her pet?” Wynn asked, speeding off, Paris hot on his heels.
“Sure, but she is your sister and surely you don’t want anything to happen to her?” Paris said.
“Why do you care?” Wynn asked, laughing coming to a stop in front of king Thorvald’s door, knocking.
“You are my friend,” Paris said, confused.
“I am your only friend,” Wynn chuckled.
“My best friend, actually,” Paris admitted.
“Is that why you tolerate my sister? Do you think if you two are not together I won’t be friends with you?” Wynn asked as the door opened.
“Come to think of it,” Paris started but king Thorvald interrupted him.
“Where is she? And don’t lie as my spies found her scent and yours at an Inn,” King Thorvald said.
“She was dirty, cold, and hungry so I compelled her to stay and clean up while I went to find her clean clothes, when I returned she was gone. I thought your guys took her and brought her back here,” Wynn lied.
“How dare you lie to me? I will kill your sister if you don’t start telling the truth!” King Thorvald threatened.
Wynn bite open his own wrist, “Let one of your humans drink and see for yourself.”
