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chapter twenty-two, are you sure?
AARON AND FRANCESCA WERE ABLE TO ESCAPE THE CHAOS THAT WAS GOING ON IN THE CASTLE, they managed to find a way into town and away from the King and Queen.
So far, the two were making sure they knew everything about one another, they were going to be married in three months after all.
"So, what was your plan? You know, before me," Aaron asked softly, he knew Francesca too well. He knew she wouldn't have married anyone, but he didn't know exactly what she was going to do.
"I was going to run away, after you rejected me. I was going to sneak into my family home, take my belongings, steal some money and a carriage and run away."
"Really?"
"Really, I thought anything would have been better than marrying the cruel prince," she teased, not knowing that those words had struck Aaron.
"So people really think I'm cruel?" He asked, his heart aching in pain. How could his own people make such assumptions?
"They don't know you well, but in sure once you're king their views will change. But what does it matter? Who cares what they think, you're prefect as is," Francesca assured, guilt seeping through her chest.
After a few moment of silence Aaron spoke up again, "So...would you like to complete your plan?" His voice was gentle and shakey.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, do you want to run away? I can help you," Aaron said softly, his cheek flushing with a bright pink color. He would be stubborn to admit it but he couldn't imagine his life without Francesca.
"Not at all," Francesca smiled at him, reaching to grab his hand with her gloved one. She squeezed his hand in reassurance.
"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your life just for my convenience."
"I am quite sure, your royal highness," Francesca didn't know what had gotten into her. She hadn't been so formal in months. Why now?
"Please, Francesca. We've been through this, you don't need to use formalities, especially now that you are my bride. If I wanted that I would have chosen any of the other women," Aaron smiled softly, bringing her hand up to kiss it softly. His voice held a slight humorous tone towards the end, the thought of choosing anyone but Francesca making him laugh.
"Please know that I am more than happy with the life I will have, Aaron. I would have either been lonely or in a miserable marriage, with you I won't. I enjoy your company greatly and I wouldn't want to marry anyone else. I couldnt marry anyone else." Francesca said softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. Both Francesca and Aaron's eyes were dilated, unaware of the meaning.
As the two walked around town, Aaron took notice of things Francesca would do. She would stop and buy some bread or food for the poor, and sometimes she'd even buy clothes. Her parents weren't giving her money, so she used the rest of her savings to provide for the unfortunate. She didn't care if she went poor in the process, she was too focused on helping people. This is one of the many reasons she will be an amazing queen, she cares.
Aaron couldn't help but stare at the girl, she was perfect and she looked stunning taking care of her people. He almost wondered how she would take care of their child, only because they had to provide an heir....that's definitely the only reason. Aaron couldn't have been happier with his choice, not only was Francesca compassionate, caring, king, not afraid to speak her mind, but she was also extremely beautiful.....wait what?
The two made the perfect pair, and soon enough, France would have the best King and Queen they would ever see.
