Queen of two countries

Chapter 3 "Her Eyes Only"

"There you are. Shall we?" He asked me smiling holding his arm out for me. I smiled back the best I could and I hooked my arm onto his. 

As we walked through the halls to get outside I saw Niall talking with some men drinking and laughing. When he made eye contact with me his smile dropped immediately. He glared at Desmond making him smirk and put his arm on my lower back. 

"So you rule Scotland and France?" He asked me catching me off guard a bit. 

"Once Harry and I are married, yes." I answered carefully.

"Tell me Kenna do you love him?" He asked me turning his head towards me waiting for an answer. I was confused, I didn't know how to answer that.

"Well I barely know him." I smiled playing it off. "I'm marrying him for our countries." He rose his eyebrows out of suspicion.

"So marrying someone you love isn't important then? You don't mind not loving your husband?" He asked me stopping and standing in front of me.

"It doesn't matter, what's important is that our countries will be aligned as one. Why do you ask?" I asked him curiously. What is he trying to get at? It wasn't until then I caught myself. Harry told me we had to pretend to be in love with each other. 

"Just because I don't know him very well doesn't mean I don't love him." I tried convincing him before I blew it and it was too late. 

"What if I told you that you could have England on your side instead of France. Then your country would be very powerful. More powerful of an alliance then with France. What if I promised you that you could also have a husband who would actually love you and treat you how a wife should be treated." He said convincingly and taking a few steps closer to me. 

"Lord Desmond you must excuse me  I'm a bit lost. What is it that you are proposing?" I asked him not knowing if I wanted to know the answer or not. 

"That you marry me. Think about it, England is very powerful and if you and I wed then we will be unstoppable together. Just think about it. There is a huge feast tonight with music and food, tell me your answer then. Now, if you'll excuse me I have work to attend to. See you tonight your majesty." He smirked kissing my hand and bowing down before walking off. I found my self letting outa deeps breathe I didn't realize I was holding in.

Oh god. No this can't be happening. I'm to wed the king of France not England. Then again maybe he's right. Maybe England is the alliance that Scotland needs to be saved once and for all. 

What do I do? I have to talk to someone. I need to.

I went back to my chambers and on the way there I saw Olivia and Ophelia. I dragged them into my room and quickly shut the door.

"Well  alright no need to drag us now- Kenna? What is it? Your sweating." Olivia asked me touching the sweat on my forehead and crinkling her face out of disgust. I slapped her hand making her bring it back to her side.

"Lord Desmond asked me to be his wife." I blurted out. There eyes became wide and ophelias jaw dropped. 

"Does Harold know?" Olivia asked me. I shook my head and started pacing the room back and forth.

"No one knows but you two. What should I do? He said all this stuff about England being the stronger and  better alliance. Do you think he could be right?" I asked them frantically looking back and forth between the both of them waiting for an answer. They both had the same look of shock on their faces and they just stood there looking at each other not knowing what to say.

"Hello?! What do I do!" I shouted losing patience. 

"Maybe he's right. Kenna you have to think about Scotland. If England is the better alliance for our country then you have to take it. But you've been engaged to Harold since you were six years old. Are you sure that you wanna leave all of this behind?" Ophelia spoke up sheepishly.