Royal Blood | Francis Valois

XXVIII. A Royal Ending

I would like to give a specific shoutout to br0kenheart for inspiring some ideas in this last chapter of Royal Blood.

But I would also like to give a major shoutout to all of you for sticking by me throughout this story. Especially the ones who have been here since the very beginning at chapter I. Salutations, Dearest Royals. Holla to my og homies. Anyway, I can't thank all of you enough. You're all blessing to my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

ENJOY this final chapter of Royal Blood. Time to say our final words to our favs Frarabella. Can someone give me a #frarabella4life??

The Royal Court of England

Royalty. What does the word mean? If you want a technical answer, you could say something as simple as people of royal blood or status.

Do you want to know what I think royalty means? Of course, I understand the word's technical meaning. For example, I am royalty, just as my wonderful husband is royalty. But I have come to learn that royalty isn't just having royal blood flow through one's veins. It can also be simply just being content and happy with everything in your life.

In a perfect fairytale, the princess gets everything she desires. She has a spectacular life that anyone would die for. But I have to say that having a husband as amazing as mine, as well as having our child on the way, I wouldn't have to be legitimate royalty to be happy. Ten years from now, I could be living in a shack-like home with my husband and child and still be absolutely content. Whether the title queen be put before my name or not, I'd still feel like precious royalty if it means having my extraordinary husband at my side.

"My darling wife, consummation could not come any slower." My beloved husband whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"You're telling me." I turned, grazing my fingers over the light stubble on Francis's cheeks before leaving a kiss on his lips. "God, I love you." I breathed, staring up at my husband. Francis pressed a kiss on my forehead before pulling away.

"I love you and I love our child." Francis discretely rested his hand on my stomach, causing me to smile.

"I don't mean to interrupt." I familiar voice spoke, causing Francis' hand to quickly pull away from my stomach. I smiled up brightly at the familiar face.

"Stephan! You made it!" I embraced the prince of Holland tightly. "Francis, this is Prince Stephan of Holland. He is the one who helped Mary find a husband. He has been a true friend to not only us but our nations." I walked over to Francis, grabbing his arm.

"Prince Stephan, I can't thank you enough. Arabella told me what you've done. You are a blessing, sir." Francis smiled to my friend, shaking his hand.