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chapter twenty-one, future.
ONCE AGAIN THE KING AND QUEEN WERE THROWING A BALL, but you should know that by now. They loved to host their kingdom to a night of dancing and entertainment. This time the ball was in celebration, the royal engagement had been the talk of the town.
However, this night would not prove to be the most happy night. Remember Watson? Well, as soon as he heard the news of the ball he decided that he would be attending. He would go for one thing and one thing only, Francesca.
He strode in, acting as if he owned the place and had the right to be there. As soon as Aaron spotted Watson he grabbed Francesca's hand, gripping it tightly.
"What's wrong?" Francesca asked gently, looking up at Aaron with worry. Aaron didn't respond, he just glared at Watson. At that point, Francesca looked over to Watson, squeezing Aaron's hand. "Ignore him, okay?" Francesca soothed, her gentle words and tone working wonders on Aarons anger.
The two continued on with talking to guests, avoiding Watson as if he was carrying the plague. Aaron took notice of the fact that Watson was also watching them, more importantly the intertwined hands of Aaron and Francesca. His eyes gazed at the ring that adorned Francesca's ring finger, it was a beautiful ring, really, but it shouldn't have been there in Winston's opinion.
As Watson was fuming in the corner, King Agnar took notice of the look on Watson's face. The King instantly walked over to him, silently. He stood there for a second, letting the tension and silence take ahold of the younger man.
"You look like you're about to explode," Agnar observed, not looking at Watson. Watson's head turned to look at his king, bowing slightly.
"I apologize, your majesty. I guess I let my anger get the best of me," Watson offered a small smile, to which Agnar did not return.
"Yes, you did. Now, stop staring at my daughter like that, she is far too sweet for someone like you to swoop in and steal her light." Agnar said, his face neutral but his words deadly.
"Your daughter?"
"Well, yes. My soon to be daughter in-law, technically. But she is my family, and I protect my family," Agnar glared at the man. Watson looked dumbstruck, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw dropped.
"Seriously? They just got engaged like yesterday!" Watson gasped, looking over to his king. Watson was so loud that he grabbed the attention of the entire ball, silence ringing through the cool air.
"Watch your tone, you should be thankful I haven't called the guards to take you out of here on count of how you're looking at your future King and Queen," Agnar practically growled, stepping close to the Lord. Agnar was never known as cruel or cold, no one had seen him like this, ever. It was a sight to behold, the King protecting his family like his life depended on it.
Francesca's heart thumped in her chest as she watched the scene unfold. Her eyes were widened and her gloved hand squeezed Aaron's in a painful grip.
"Hey, are you alright?" Aaron asked her softly, cupping her face. Francesca's attention switched from the scene to Aaron's precense.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. Just overreacting," she assured him, a slight smile curving her lips.
Why was Watson continuing to come back? He had been confronted by not only one but two royal family members, yet he still appeared just when things seemed perfect. Why couldn't he just leave her the hell alone?
