Royal Blood

Francis and Adelina have been engaged to each other since they were just toddlers. When they're both of Royal Age the date is set for their fates to be sealed. They'll need each other for the battles they'll face and the enemies they'll make but together they're stronger than a nation. Adelina will discover that Royal court is just as intimidating as a battle field and Francis will realise the weight of the crown is heavier than he thought.
Read and Follow their inevitable and crazy love story!


7. In honour of a monarch

The party ended late into the night with a final display of fireworks. Francis stayed close to my side, occasionally kissing my forehead or hand. Kenna and Claudia couldn't stop grinning and I also noticed that they were especially chatty with Benet and William. When we finally departed all three of us were giggling uncontrollably and then passed out on the sofas in my room.

"Adelina?" A familiar voice calls as my chamber door creeks open. My eyes flicker open and am met with the friendly face of Charles. I sit up, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes, as I realise Kenna and Claudia were still heavy in a deep sleep lying with limbs on top of each other.

"What's wrong Charlie?" I yawn as I stretch my arms above my head. When I look down I realise I'm still in my dress from last night and curse myself.

"Francis wants to speak to you."

"I'll be ten minutes." I smile as I start to get to my feet. He nods before bowing and then leaves silently.

I decide not to wake the girls as they deserved a good rest. Quickly I start to remove my dress and jewellery- I guess I'd be dressing myself today. After fully striping I have a quick wash and leave my hair in its natural tight brown waves. The corset was covered in huge rose tinted diamonds and a thin layer of mesh topped it, covering my chest and arms in a thin hexagonal pattern. The skirt poofed out at the waist in a light pink waterfall. After adding a few rings, a simple chain necklace and diamond earring I leave my room. The sound of my heels clicking against the stone floor echoed along the walls and my face looked beautifully glowey and tanned in the early morning sun light. Two minutes later I'm joining Francis in the main hall where his eyes are full of pain.

"What's wrong?" I frown, pulling him into a hug. He lets out a shaky breath while he pulls me tighter against himself.

"My father.... He isn't going to make it." He whispers, brushing stray tears away. I gasp and cup his stubbly face in my jewelled hands.

"You will make it through this Francis. You are my King and I believe in you." I smile, kissing his nose. In response he gives me a weak smile which was more than I expected. We talk quietly between ourselves until Marietta walks in looking more dead than alive. When she sees Francis and I her face cracks and fresh tears stain her face.

"He...He wants to speak to you Francis." She whispers after pulling herself from Francis's arms. His whole body freezes until I put a soft hand on his broad shoulder.

"Come with me Addy." Francis says in a small voice. I smile and take his hand in mine.

The room was silent when we entered and both of us gasped when we saw the King. He looked malnourished and corpse like with his pale skin and sullen eyes. The King lay on his bed, battling for breath, as we made our way closer to him with slow, heavy foot steps. I gently pushed Francis closer and stayed a meter from the end of the bed. Francis knelt on the floor beside his father, gripping his frail hand.

"My boy I am so proud of you. You are my first born of five and you by far are the strongest. Promise me.... Promise you'll look after your mother and sisters. They'll need you more than ever now." He whispers, his voice barely audible.

"I promise father." Francis respond in a shaky voice as tears stream down his face.

"I love you Fran...." The King begins but his voice catches his throat. Francis screams in a broken, painful, hoarse voice as he feels his father's limp hand in his.

The doors burst open with Marietta, Francis's royal guard, The King' royal guards and countless holy men and doctors. Marietta gasps and sinks to her knees in pure shock. I took hold of Francis's hand and held him close as his tears stained my dress. Each tear broke my heart even more as I heard the bells begin to chime. 100 rings for the announcement of a royal death. 1000 for the Kings...


It was the King's burial today. Francis and I had simple black clothes on with the Kingdom's crest around our necks. It was tradition that the Royal family was buried at The Great Power Church and that the diseased family walked behind the cart carrying the coffin. I held Francis's hand for dear life as we walked the half mile, in utter silence, towards the church. Marietta was crying her heart out but Francis had his face set in stone. His four sisters would e arriving tomorrow as they were currently sailing home from the second Kingdom.

When we arrived at the Church it was filled in a sea of back clothes. Nobles, monarchs of  other Kingdoms and close family friends crowed the great architectural building and all of then had watery eyes. Francis and I sat on the front row, holding onto each other tightly, as we listened to the Pope go on about life and how important it is. In the corner of my eye I saw tears rolling down Francis's face.

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