Conquering His Cold Heart

136 Let Her Be

“Okay, so, what do you want to do with that werewolf girl?” Hamilton asked after getting enough laughter for the day.

Caspian recalled what Hamilton had said about Ruby; he recalled him saying how she followed Everard around like a little puppy.

So he asked, “Did it look like the two of those werewolves were well-acquainted?”

Hamilton thought back to the night he had met Everard for the first time. And after a few moments, he replied, “They said that they knew each other. But it didn’t look like they knew each other very well.”

However, he was quick to add, “But then again, he was acting overly protective of her. And she looked like she was infatuated with him. So... I don’t really know.”

“Infatuated by him, you said?” A subtle smirk appeared on Caspian’s lips. And he asked again, “Did it look like he was also interested in her? Or was he simply protecting her because she was also a werewolf?”

Hamilton scowled at those absurd inquiries from Caspian. “Er... Why does it matter how he felt? Just tell me this much, do you want me to go to Lavinya and fetch her myself, or do you want me to give you the exact location and you will send your soldiers there?”

Caspian leaned on the sofa and carefully weighed each of the options that he had.

‘She is already under the protection of the werewolf prince. It means that the very attempt to bring her back might be the main catalyst for another war between vampires and werewolves, especially considering how Everard must be itching for a reason to come to Sorvando again. And not to mention Ruby’s parents are dead now. She will surely blame me for it. It might create another separate problem.’

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‘But...’ Caspian had that sly smirk on his lips again. ‘If I let her happily run after her Prince, then who knows... maybe she will be able to melt his heart. And hopefully...’ A frown appeared on his forehead when he thought, ‘...he will stop running after my wife.’

“So?” Hamilton questioningly raised his brows at Caspian. “What did you decide?”

Caspian got up from the sofa and headed toward his chair. And he replied as he walked, “I’ve weighed the pros and cons of bringing her back. I believe that bringing her here will only cause greater problems. So, I will let her be for now.”

“Let her be?” For Hamilton, this came as a great shock because Caspian wasn’t the type of man to forgive even the smallest mistake of the others.

Caspian would make it his mission to punish someone who caused him the slightest discomfort or broke his smallest rule just to show that he was the King and he had the power to do so.

But now, he was letting an enemy off the hook even when she had almost killed two of the vampires. That didn’t make any sense to Hamilton at all.

So, he frowned and asked in a much more serious tone, “Did something happen to you? That werewolf didn’t bite you, right? Is your mind functioning well?”

Caspian sat down on his chair and glowered at Hamilton.

He then clarified why he was taking the decision to not take any action against Ruby, “You know that Everard is the Crown Prince. You also know that he is an arse. You saw it yourself.”

Caspian adjusted himself comfortably and further explained, “If I bring her back from his clutches, there is bound to be some bloodshed. It might even lead to a full-fledged war if all the werewolves are as irrational as their Prince. Also, that wolf girl made me realize that we aren’t prepared for war. At least not right now.”

Hamilton was a hundred percent sure that if Everard any had say in the political matter then he would definitely lead both the Kingdoms to war again. He had experienced first-hand how hot-headed Everard was.

And considering how he was next in line to be the King, Hamilton could already see at least some type of dispute happening in the future.

So, he casually suggested, “You know, it’s written down in the pages of history that the trick is to kill them before they kill us.”

“The werewolves?” Caspian asked.

Hamilton nodded and explained how. “Our ancestors used silver daggers and silver arrowheads for that purpose. They didn’t just rely on their fangs and claws because it was almost impossible not to get bitten by those wolves in close combat.”

Caspian scoffed at that idea and asked, “Are you suggesting that I start piling up silver daggers now?”

“Well,” Hamilton cleared his throat and gave an even better option, “My dear cousin, you do know that a few centuries has already passed, yeah? Humans have now invented quite a useful tool.”

“And what might that be?” Caspian was curious to know since Hamilton had more exposure to the world of humans than he did.

Hamilton happily shared his knowledge, “They call it pistols. It’s quite a handy tool. All you will need to use the pistol is good aiming skills and a lot of silver bullets. You pull the trigger and the bullet will almost instantly penetrate your enemy, even when they are quite far from you.”

Caspian was really amazed just by listening to the description of that weapon. “Do you possess it?” he asked because he wanted to see that weapon with his own eyes.

“I don’t own it!” Hamilton sneered and added, “I have never felt the need to own it. But now, I think I should purchase one. Not that I don’t trust my fangs and my fighting skill. But...” he wrinkled his nose and continued, “But god, do they stink! I will die because of their stink before I die from their venom.”

The two of them discussed some more about the pistols and where to purchase them. Hamilton was more than happy to take the charge of leading the purchase if it was ever necessary.

And after everything was said and done, Hamilton picked up his suitcase and got up to take a leave. “I will talk with Her Majesty for a while and will go home. I will get back to you regarding the pistols.”

“Sure.” Caspian had a genuine smile on his face when he said, “I really appreciate you dropping by today. I got to know a lot of things.”

Hamilton smirked because this was probably one of the rare times Caspian actually praised him. He then happily replied, “Well, I am glad to know that my cousin isn’t as bad as I had made him to be.”

He then gave a nod to Caspian and headed for the door.

But he stopped when he suddenly recalled that he had the paper with him, the one that he found in the town when he was with Ruby.

“Oh!” He put his hand inside the pocket of his overcoat. He even held the paper to show it to Caspian.

However, he dropped it back when he recalled the words of his mother. She had reprimanded him for not being thoughtful of Caspian’s feelings by poking around about Percival. He was also well aware that the piece of paper that had similar handwriting to the previous King proved nothing.

So, Hamilton thought that it would be unwise to raise the issue now and anger Caspian.

“You have something more to say to me?” Caspian glanced at Hamilton’s pocket and asked, “Or show me, perhaps?”

Hamilton shook his head and mumbled, “Nevermind. It’s nothing important.”

Caspian didn’t think much of it. He simply nodded. “Okay. See you around then.”