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chapter seventeen, leave her alone.
AS AARON STRIDES OVER TO WATSON AND FRANCESCA, Watson backed up a bit. He saw the look in the princes eyes and decided it wasn't worth it to mess with him, even if it was just a little bit.
"Lord Watson, I see you've met Francesca," Aaron sneered, although Francesca didn't pick up on it. She was too busy analyzing Aaron's appearance to think.
His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, his suit jacket unbuttoned too. His hair was perfectly styled and his chin, jaw and upper lip had just the right amount of stubble on it. But his demeanor was off, he wasn't the normal Aaron that Francesca new. No....he was pissed off, and Francesca couldn't help but find it incredibly sexy.
It wasn't long before Watson left and Francesca was whisked away but someone that wasn't of importante. However, without having her by his side, Aaron found balls to be excruciatingly boring and long.
A hour had gone by before Watson had built the courge to go up and talk to Aaron. However, Watson just stood there, next to the Prince. Neither said a word, Watson was calm and relaxed whilst Aaron was tense with rage. What did this man who was so clearly making his beloved uncomfortable want from him?
The two watched couples dance for a bit, skirts and tusk coats spinning in the air as the men and women twirled with delight.
"You know, Miss Heart would make a very good wife. She's pretty and would make great babies, too. All we have to do is shut her up and make sure she learns to be a good wife," Watson, for some reason, thought it would be a good idea to talk to Aaron about the one thing he found most precious in the world. At his words, Aaron's head snapped to him, the once faded fury now returning back to his eyes.
"And what is that? Being stupid, naïve, and not having a mind of their own? Not speaking unless spoken to? Only being there for making babies, taking care of estate, and taking care of their husbands every need?" Aaron fumed, how could men think so little of women that they weren't even treated as human beings, but as slaves? It was a cruel system, Aaron knew it and his father knew it; there was nothing they could really do about it, unfortunately.
"See, you nailed it in one!" Watson laughed, thinking Aaron was agreeing with him. Oh, how wrong he was. Aaron stepped closer to his clone, a deadly glint in his eyes that would make any sane man run for the hills; Watson wasn't sane.
"I suggest you stay away from me, and especially Francesca. Leave her alone."
"And why would I leave someone as gorgeous and almost perfect as her just by one measly little order?" Watson shot, a smirk on his face. Aw, how adorable, he thought he had a choice in the matter.
"Because, if you fail to obey by my order I will ruin your life. If I find out you even so much as breathed the same air as Francesca Heart I will end you." Aaron practically growled, his voice deep and rough. He sounded like a king, although the words he said were that of a protector, he sounded like a king!
Watson seemed to have gotten the hint, finally. The man cleared his throat, got himself together and then walked away, leaving the ball for good. Aaron watched him carefully the whole time, and only after did he allow himself to breathe. What had gotten into him?
Although, Francesca, who had watched the entire interaction, couldn't help but feel a heat pool between her thighs and a shiver run down her spine. She hadn't even heard the words that Aaron said, but the determination, the protection and strength that showed in his eyes was more than enough to get Francesca breathless. She couldn't breathe, but it was in the best way possible. She let out soft gasps, borderline pants as she found her cheeks turn pink and her body turn bumpy with goosebumps as Aaron looked over at her. What had gotten into her?
Well, whatever was going on with the two, they prayed it would resolve its self soon. They didn't know how much more they could take of it, of not knowing what that weird feeling they had in their chests were.
Nerves began to rack through Francesca's body, tomorrow four girls would be sent home. She hoped she wasn't one of them, but she knew she probably was. She knew she was only there for a good time and not a long one; she had made peace with it long ago. But she had found that she had grown attached to this palace, its staff, its people, Aaron.
DELLA SPEAKS ! this one is lowkey short but since it's a continuation it's okay 😋
