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chapter twenty, she is my daughter.
IT WAS THE DAY AFTER FRANCESCA AND AARON HAD BECOME ENGAGED, she wore his ring on her finger proudly. As far as she was concerned, this was out of friendship. But she was happy, she was with a family who welcomed her, flaws and all.
Currently, the other girls were gathered in a room for a special announcement, the announcement being the engageante, of course. The King and Queen entered first, and only then did the girls realize there were two people missing. Francesca and Aaron. What did this mean? Was she kicked out, or worse.....welcomed even more?
Suddenly, as if they were summoned, Aaron and Francesca walked in. The absolute first thing a few of the girls saw was the ring, it caught the light beautifully and it was quite large. The girls all gasped in response; she was the last person they thought he would choose.
"Ladies," Aaron greeted with a kind smile, standing in front of them. He took a deep breath and looked back at Francesca. "I'm just going to get straight to the point, I have found my bride. Francesca will be the Queen of France and my wife." Aaron explains, smiling at Francesca to offer her some comfort.
Gasps ripped through the air, mostly dramatic gasps but gasps nonetheless. Alice shot up from her seat, rolling her eyes and storming away. Chloé, who was actually kind to Francesca, congratulated the two and hugged Francesca.
Madilyn glared at Francesca, stomping over to the two and yelling: "This isn't fair! Why her? She is the most unladylike lady ever! She's horrible and a bad choice for Queen! She's obviously the most undeserving-" it was at that moment, when the tension in the room hit its peak, that the Queen stepped forward.
Her glare was enough to shut any person up, and thankfully, it did its justice to Madilyn. Madilyn was a snob, anything she wanted she normally got. She wanted the throne, she wanted Aaron and when she didn't get it she did the only thing she knew how to do — she threw a tantrum.
"Do not, and I repeat, do not speak to your future Queen in that manner! I will not, absolutely will not, tolerate it! She is my daughter and I will not sit here and let you talk this nonsense! How little respect do you have for yourself? Honestly, she is half the woman you will ever be. Get out of my sight before I have you thrown out," Victoria sneered, the way her voice sounded was a complete juxtaposition of what Francesca normally saw. But she couldn't have been more grateful and happy.
Victoria had called Francesca her daughter, she said it so proudly, too. It was more than Loring ever did for her own blood. Francesca meant it when she said that Victoria was like the mother she never had, and now, she had her.
Madilyn stomped out of the room in tears, the other girls following her. Within the night, all of them were packed and moved out of the castle. Francesca's room was moved right across from Aaron's, letting them be close. She was happy with the switch, she knew she would spend her nights talking and just sitting with Aaron, and she was very delighted at the thought.
Just like she thought, it was late at night and Aaron let himself into her room. Francesca was in her nightgown without a robe, her hard peaks showing through the thin, silk fabric. Instantly, Aaron's eyes darkened and Francesca blushed deeply.
"I- uh- I guess I should have knocked," Aaron mumbled, barely audible. Francesca laughed softly, a hint of a shake in it. Why was Aaron staring? Surly, the sight wasn't much.
It was almost too much for Aaron, and as the tension in the air only thickened, Francesca realized how real this all was. Aaron stepped closer to her, his breath fanning over her face as he looked her up and down.
He leaned forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Their lips almost blushed, the taste of each others lips almost intoxicating the two—but it never happened. Their lips never connected in a passionate dance, as Francesca pulled away and cleared her throat.
Aaron suddenly realized something, he would have to make love to her at one point. He needed to secure his bloodline, and now the only way he could do that was Francesca. His sweet, darling Francesca who should be hidden away from the pain and pleasure of the world—she needed to stay pure and innocent. Although she never really was, was she?
DELLA SPEAKS ! This is short but that's okay bc I've updated like 4 times in the past two days
