The Marrying The Prince

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After spreading a sense of terror to Kenna who now looked very frightened. A servant who had seen Francesca's presence immediately lowered his head politely and without wanting to buy time, immediately left from there.

"Don't leave me"

Kenna's hand restrained the servant's arm, which made the servant's steps pause, then glanced at Francesca, and immediately snapped Kenna's hand violently to escape.

Kenna who saw the rude rejection that a servant did, especially after what happened, immediately looked at the servant sharply. But indifferently the servant left, and Kenna began to shout at him

"I said don't go!"

But free, because the waiter still left and the door closed again. Kenna's fear returns when she sees Tomy locking the door from the inside. His hands clasped the blanket with his gaze staring at Francesca. Francesca was circling Ferdinand's room.

"I won't be stale Miss Kenna"

Finally, Francesca reopened her voice in the gripping state of the room. Francesca with all her cold and flat attitude was very scary for Kenna. His lips were shaking again

"Yo-your Highness?"

Francesca took her ledge to approach back at the side of the bed, her gaze coldly looked at Kenna, and her lips coldly spoke

"I have a choice for you" With fear in her heart, Kenna just silently waited for Francesca who had not finished speaking. "Kill the fetus"

"What?"

Kenna's mouth spoke as she looked at Francesca who was already looking at her sharply. And Francesca who understood the confusion in the midst of the fear that made Kenna's brain become slow, repeated her words again

"I'm giving you a chance to kill the contents in your womb, or your sister will take its place"

Both Kenna's eyes were shocked

"A-what's your max?"

Flatly, Francesca's voice spoke again

"If you don't kill that fetus, your sister will receive hell from me as payment for your presence. I'll make sure your brother lives a long life to continue to accept all the pain in the world"

"What's your max! how could I kill my own son! what's my fault!"

Francesca, the most lazy to speak the stale, pulled out a hair band in front of Kenna's face, a ribbon that Kenna knew very well

"Goddess..."

"Now he's still fine, but if you choose wrongly, then hell will be on his way"

"Evil! you are so evil! why are you doing this to us!"

Francesca's hand threw the origin ribbon in her hand, then looked at Kenna coldly, very coldly

"If you choose your sister and kill the fetus itself, then His Majesty will release you. But if you still want to defend that fetus, then your sister, the continuation of your fetal life and yourself we will drag into the hell of this world, Miss Kenna. We'll make every second of your life scream in pain"

Kenna's hands were trembling more and more, her back was shivering in fear, but she would not give up easily. Where could he possibly follow such a crazy offer

"Dinand won't let it go, if he knows what you guys are"

"Ferdinand was now busy begging at His Majesty's feet while crying blood so as not to be separated from his wife" Francesca searched and approached Kenna who immediately tried to rewind her body. "He would even cut his own neck if needed. Then do you think he'll care about that damned fetus again?"

Tightly wrapped in annoyance, Kenna ventured to look at the two gray eyeballs that were already staring at her with all Francesca's indifference.

"No way! Ferdinand is-"

Kenna's speech came to a halt as Francesca lifted a bottle filled with clear liquid. Francesca, who saw Kenna's silence, spoke again

"And your choice?"

Francesca took her body away from Kenna, her hand placed the bottle on the nightstand. Kenna's tears had already flowed from her eyes, her gaze staring at the bottle. The bottle that he understood a little bit if it contained something that could kill his fetus, definitely.

"How can you make a mother choose to kill her own child? you are also a woman, you must understand how a mother loves her child"

This time, half of Francesca's lips were back pulled upwards on her super flat face.

"I'm not a 'woman' miss Kenna-" Francesca pulled her shoulders firmly, linking her hands gracefully to the front of her belly, raising her chin arrogantly upwards, she said, while speaking coldly with a sharp tone. "I am the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Francia. Don't be so bold as to call me a woman"

Kenna knew that, without needing to say who she was with all her honor Kenna already knew very well if the girl in front of her, was not just an ordinary 'woman. He is a man who will have no heart for those whom he considers enemies and destroyers. He was everything Kenna could see from the cruel King Fredrick. Because of that, Kenna who felt desperate was crying more and more. She cried for a little mercy, Kenna hoped.

"Please Your Highness. Don't force me with that cruel choice. I promise I'll go and disappear with this kid and sister sa-"

"His Majesty has been too kind to let you taste freedom with your fetus and sister. What have you been thinking about Miss Kenna all this time? what do you think of us? who do you think we are until as long as you ruin everything we just shut up? what do you think of us when we've been holding onto the life and future of that fetus? Don't be naive, Miss Kenna! we let your presence and the presence of the fetus so that everything goes according to His Majesty's plan. " Francesca's index finger was raised pointing towards Kenna's stomach. "The game is over, your presence is no longer needed"

The sound of desperate sobbing and Kenna's fear grew louder disturbing Francesca's ears, so Francesca spoke again.

"Do it Miss Kenna. This is the kindness we give as fellow human beings"

Kenna raised her gaze as someone approached. Tomy approached while thrusting the bottle at Kenna who was already drowning in all sorts of despair and fear. Kenna looked at Francesca once more, trying to ask for her mercy but, Francesca had already walked over and just showed her back, showing her indifference

Finally, with all the bad thoughts the palace could do to her sister, it was her and her janin who would not have a happy future if Kenna were stubborn. Kenna's hand began to lift, her trembling hand raised towards the bottle that had been hanging in Tomy's hand, in front of her face.

Francesca who was no longer looking at Kenna and just stared far out the window, muttered flatly

"Wise choice"

Kenna had never imagined that she would be in such a terrible position. Dreamed and flashed in the slightest never in his head about how cruelty and cunning the Ferdinand family really was. Even they let it go all this time for their purposes who knows nothing. Though she was the mother of a fetus that lived off Ferdinand's blood. His Majesty's grandson, and His Highness' nephew. Don't they have a little bit of mercy? Why could they so easily want to wipe out their own blood? They are very horrible people.

As Kenna's trembling hands reach for her jan-killer bottle, her choice bottle, the bottle to save her innocent sister, the bottle that will make her the murderer of her own child. Kenna's blurry gaze fixed on the bottle, with all her life, with all her might, with all her might, her trembling hand opened the bottle cap very slowly.

Droplets upon drops of Kenna's tears continued to slide down her cheeks, the sound of her stuffing grew even more heartbreaking, all over her body screaming to stop, her hands trembling even more as she raised the bottle to her lips.

And that was when, gracefully Francesca flipped over her body, and began to step towards the exit without turning her head again. Slowly, the pretty hand opened the door and immediately stepped towards the stairs. There Stephen was waiting.

"Your Highness"

"Tonight he will have trouble. Keep a good eye on him, after he improves a little, send them to that place"

Stephen nodded in understanding

"Good Your Highness"

Francesca continued to step down the stairs to get to the living room, where Summer was waiting and immediately greeted her

"How's Frans? is he willing to go in a peaceful way?" Francesca just nodded in response. Summer who saw that let out a sigh of relief and returned to making a sound. "Again yesterday the contents have also miscarried, what else he wants to maintain. May God give her a better life"

While stepping, Francesca just kept quiet with her flat face that would keep and hide any cruel and cunning things from the eyes of their beloved sister. Summer was too weak to see how the original image of the palace and all the Trone rules were full of gimmicks and horrible atrocities. He and his family will keep his sister clean and naive, because only Summer was their hope to see a normal human and female living by the name of the blood that flowed from the main power of Francia.

Francesca's hand held Summer's hand which immediately returned the hand of her sister. While humming with carelessness, Summer stepped towards the horse carriage that Lucas and Keelft had opened.

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"His Highness will awaken, Solar knight"

Solar immediately nodded and went inside the door. The direction of view was immediately fixed on the bed, staring at a body full of bandages trying to adapt to the sunlight that entered the room.

"Good day, Your Highness"

After being able to fully open his eyes, Ferdinand suddenly tried to digest around and tried to remember everything that was missed. Until his body jolted to wake up when someone's name immediately entered and filled all the contents of his head.

"lady"

While taking a deep breath, Solar restrained Ferdinand's imposing body to wake up. Pushing slowly so that the body crumbles full of bandages back into the bed

"Don't wake up, Your Highness. Your body has not recovered. Your ribs are also broken"

"A-na's.. Anne.."

Solar ignored the muttering that continued to speak from Ferdinand's mouth even as long as he was unconscious. Solar preferred to take a glass of water and directly thrust on Ferdinand

"I said Ana, not water"

Back, Solar ignored and with a slight force pressed the glass onto Ferdinand's lips that were still full of wounds. Ferdinand finally resigned and began to gulp water because his throat also felt like it was full of sand

After filling the toilet glass, Solar restrained Ferdinand's back on the bed carefully. Solar still continued to remain silent even though in his heart was very faint on Ferdinand's body. After getting a blow after a deadly blow from the King, it turns out Ferdinand can still live even though there are some bones that must enter the health care workshop.

Chequek!

The sound of the door being opened, made Solar turn his head, and Ferdinand looked straight at the door, hoping that his wife would show up but, he was,

"Still alive it turns out..."

Fredrick walked in with Jeremmy, who shut the door. With his casual face, Fredrick's unfriendly gaze looked at Ferdinand's state of body. In his heart, Fredrick grimaced when he saw that the son of a bitch was indeed his son! Look how Ferdinand who can still survive can even be said to be quite fine when receiving his wrath. Arthur never traded his son for another baby, it looks like Fredrick will be back in the bully on his way to Albany.

In silence, Ferdinand simply looked at his father with a full-fledged gaze. Trying to figure out what her father was thinking just looking at her body casually.

"Hhmm. I should have used a gun yesterday. It turns out that hands alone will not be enough to keep you at least unconscious for months. Even if I wish you were dead. Ck! my target failed"

Fredrick kept talking to himself, kept complaining to himself, kept fussing himself, kept regretting himself. It was as if he was indeed unhappy to see his son who was fine and not dead. Ferdinand who heard every grievance and regret his father just kept quiet, should he just die? if his death made his father happy, then he would not have died before his father died.

"So, are you ready to hear me?"

Fredrick's words immediately made Solar step aside politely, his steps heading straight for the place where Jeremmy was standing. Jeremmy who also heard that immediately approached the Fredricks. While Ferdinand was still silent, not only because he was lazy to open his mouth, but also because his mouth was full of pain. Fredrick, who was looking for trouble for his son to answer, only blinked his shoulders indifferently. Then shorten his buttocks on the edge of the table with both hands folded in front of the chest.

"Jer"

Jeremmy's hand immediately reached into the pocket of his coat, and immediately gave what came out of his coat to Fredrick. After the object reached Fredrick's hand, with a relaxed look, Fredrick's hand swayed, throwing a hard parchment right into Ferdinand's face.

"Open and sign, oh. Stamp don't forget"

Ferdinand did not need to ask what the parchment was about, because inside his head, he had already cursed the thing, not even he was willing to read the contents. With great difficulty Ferdinand got up to lift his back. When he managed to lean his back on the head of the bed grimacing and with a breath that began to hurt, Ferdinand opened his voice.

"Never will"

One of Fredrick's eyebrows swooped high

"Give your signature and stamp quickly. Cardinal Abraham will return to Roman tomorrow"

After saying that, Fredrick immediately turned around and did not turn his head again but,

Brak!

"Even if you kill me though, I will never agree to the annulment of the marriage"

Fredrick glanced at the parchment that had already been lying on the floor after it had previously been thrown strongly. Then turned back around, looking at Ferdinand leisurely

"On what basis do you not want to agree to it? your wife is no longer willing to continue with your home games, the Vatican has agreed. What do you have and can you promise Dinand?"

With both hands clenched together as he endured the pain within his chest, Ferdinand's mouth opened while speaking softly

"I have love and will promise to fix everything" Ferdinand searched to catch his breath. "I swear by my whole life, by my knighthood, I swear I will take the wedding vows with a sane brain and a sincere heart. I swear I'll never torture Anastasia again, please Your Majesty....."

Fredrick's rude snort slid from his nose, very lazily, Fredrick reopened his voice

"I told you, if Princess Anastasia is no longer willing to be with you. He's given up on this wedding"

"But I don't, I won't give up"

Fredrick rolled his eyes lazily

"You don't understand Dinand's human language? I-"

"Please call Anastasia over here Your Majesty. I know, if it's presumptuous, but I can't run after him, so please let me talk to him"

And that voice filled with painstaking supplications made Fredrick grin. His two gray eyeballs looked at Ferdinand with contempt.

"Unfortunately, Anastasia is no longer here. Even though I wouldn't want to bring it for you"

Fredrick's words made Ferdinand's heart beat. The swirling of all fear instantly grabbed every cell in his blood.

"What's max?"

Turning back to the door Jeremmy opened, Fredrick's voice rang out

"The daughter of Anastasia has left Francia, or perhaps Europe. Or even to the moon...?? I don't know Dinand...."

And after saying that, Fredrick immediately came out without looking again. His voice filled the room again

"Yes, don't forget Dinand's parchment, leave it to me quickly so that you can also quickly marry the woman, I don't care about your life anymore. Do whatever you like, and congratulations on being a father"

When Fredrick had finished speaking, Jeremmt immediately closed the door, and muttered softly

"His Highness will cry blood"

As he began to step towards the meeting room, Fredrick hummed excitedly, letting Jeremmy stare at him with a full-fledged look

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