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chapter twenty-seven, drink to that.
AARONS TIME AS A SINGLE MAN WAS LIMITED, not that he was complaining. However, he knew he needed some advice. He needed guidance on how to be a good King, a good husband and soon, a good father. So, he went to his own father.
It took a while for Aaron to ask, he needed to build his courage with a glass of alcohol. As the two drank, Aaron began to think of the beautiful girl he had in his bed a few days ago. He wanted, no, he needed to be good for her. He needed to be a good King as to not disappoint her. He needed to be a good husband to her, she deserved only the best and Aaron would be damned if he wasn't the best he could be for the perfect girl he would get to call his. He needed to be a good father to their future children, the children that he and Francesca would make together and that would be perfect because it was her child. He needed to be good at this, if he wasn't, what was he?
Agnar and Aaron spoke until the late hours of the night, sipping on their drinks and occasionally the glass of water. Agnar taught Aaron all of the things he knew, how to be a good king and a deserving king. How to be a loving and perfect husband. How to be the best father he could be to the child who would deserve more than the world would give it.
"So, I'm assuming you've realized," Agnar said, taking a swig of his scotch. Aaron looked at his father, confused as to what the man was on about. "Oh, don't tell me you haven't! It's so obvious to everyone but you two, isn't it?" Agnar laughed, a bright, dumbfounded smile on his face as he addressed his son.
"What?" Aaron asked, confused. Had it happened? Had it finally happened? Had his father gone crazy? He took a small sip of his whiskey, eyeing his father suspiciously.
"Son, the way you look at Francesca is the exact same way I looked at your mother when we were younger, hell, I still do." Agnar explained, a light chuckle escaping past his wise lips. Aaron raised an eyebrow, still not understanding what his father was saying.
"So? What are you saying?" Aaron questioned, taking a sip of some water. Aaron wasn't an alcoholic, so he liked to take sips of water after every sip of alcohol so he doesn't get too drunk.
"I'm saying that you haven't figured out you're in love with that sweet girl," Agnar said, getting out of his seat. "It's late, I'm gonna go to bed your mother is probably waiting for me."
"Ew, gross, dad."
"Not in that way, you have a dirty mind."
"Hm, I wonder where I get it from!" Aaron teased, rolling his eyes playfully. His dad laughed, patting his back and then leaving the room.
Aaron was now alone in the room, alone with his thoughts—the scariest thing that could ever happen to someone who was a deep thinker. His mind, of course, wandered to Francesca Heart, soon-to-be Tveit.
As she entered his mind his heart sped up, his hands became clammy and his cheeks became hot. Was what his father said the truth? Was he really in love with Francesca? After a few minutes of thinking he came to the answer: yes, he is madly in love with Francesca Heart. Head over heels, to be honest.
Surly, she had to reciprocate those feelings....right? There was no way they did what they did without feeling nothing but love, and desire but that's beside the point. She had to feel it, Aaron didn't know what he was going to do if she didn't feel that way.
Honestly, maybe they would never find out, maybe they would find out. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes even the most simplest things go wrong.
DELLA SPEAKS ! did I not update for 2 days? Yes. Is this a short update? Yes.
