Queen of two countries

Chapter 6 Jealousy and secrecy

Kenna's P.O.V

When Harry danced with me I felt a different feeling different then the one that I felt when I was around Niall. He looked at me like I was the only person in the room. As if no one mattered but us. Harry was no longer the little boy that I had once met in France. He was no longer the little curly haired boy who played in the mud and chased me around the castle. The little boy that would turn my frown into a bright smile, the little boy that would dry my tears, or even the little boy that told me he was gonna make me his wife one day. Now he was the future King of France, and in a couple days the man I am to wed and spend the rest of my life ruling beside. 

No matter how hard he tried to hide that little boy that I once knew, I knew he was still in there. Harry still has that boy in him he just refuses to remind people of him. But i see through that, I see through him.     

As he was holding my waist running his fingers down my spine with a smile forming on his face I felt something looking into his eyes. At this moment i wasn't worried about France, Scotland, Niall, Lord Desmond, my mother, or even my reign. I felt safe as if all my problems had disappeared, and just like that in a blink of an eye they all reappeared.

"Your highness, may i have a dance." Harry and I stood up now separated. I looked over to see Lord Desmond starring at harry smirking at him not even bothering to look at me.

"I suppose." I smiled politely taking his out reached hand following him.

From the second he took my hand to the moment we were dancing Harry's eyes never left me, not even for one second.

As the music went on he quickened his pace and started dancing more romantically and I knew now that everyone's eyes were on me not just Harry's.

Harry's P.O.V

I watched that filthy no good bastard of a man touch Kenna's entire body and something grew inside of me. A rage I've never quite felt before. I had my anger issues yes, but nothing ever like this. Maybe it was because another mans hands were touching her perfect body or maybe it was jut the fact that it was him.

"Harold your not seriously gonna let her marry him are you? After all he did to Gemma-" I heard Niall shout at me from behind making me turn around and grab him by his neck pushing him into a cobblestone column away from everyone.

He looked shocked by how quickly it happened.

"Keep your fucking voice down and never say her name again." I growled with every bone in my body aching in anger. I slowly let him go and walked back to where I was previously standing not taking my eyes off of Kenna for a second.

I noticed Niall standing next to me and fixing the collar of his jacket that I had just previously crumbled.

"No. Of course I'm not gonna let her marry that fool. She should be telling him so now as we speak." I answered watching her every move. He was aggressive and sexual with the dance but somehow she still managed to still look beautiful and graceful as she danced with that scoundrel.

"Hmm yes brother it really looks like that." Niall said facetiously watching his hands touch practically every part of her body which only made me further angry.

Everyone was watching them. Everyone. Women were fawning over his touch on her and men with no doubt were... aroused by her movements. I wanted to kill every man in the room with their eyes on her. I knew they all had the same thought. It disgusted me more then anything else.

"You should learn to do that." Liam whispered from behind me and I heard Louis laugh under his breath with Niall joining.

"Shut up." I growled.