Francis From Reign Novels & Stories

I wanted her to speak because Aly not talking or making jokes means something serious. The farther we walked on from Ashvin chambers and moved through the packhouse the quieter everything became. Soon the sounds of training and voices disappeared behind us. We ended up near one of the older pathways behind the archive wing. Almost nobody came here anymore and I stopped walking, Aly too. Turning to face her I folded my arms. "What happened?" I asked her without wasting time. She looked around and then stepped closer as she lowered her voice. "I started where you asked." Her eyes met mine. "I looked into Francis, he worked in the Royal Record House for eight years, never caused trouble, clean

Out here, away from the protection of my territory, I was exposed, unarmed, and stripped of the power I held back home. Francis continued, his voice laced with arrogance. “I don’t speak much English, and you don’t understand a word of French, so I’ll keep it simple.” His voice dropped, each word punctuated with a menace that didn’t need translation. “I’m going to kill you, and I’ll have my woman. And I’ll make sure she watches, so she never underestimates me again.”

Jason quietly spoke with the security team while I stayed beside Iris. Just then another voice interrupted us. "Please... wait." We all turned. Standing in the doorway was Francis Owens. He looked as though he had run all the way across campus. His tie was crooked, his hair a mess, and he was breathing heavily. "I need to come with you." Jason immediately stepped in front of us. "No." Francis looked directly at Iris. "I have to explain." Iris looked confused. "What?" He swallowed hard. "I knew there was a Stanley heir."

Her voice broke on his name. And Francis — cold, controlled, furious, broken Francis — felt something crack open in his chest. She came for him. ---

"I promise that I will be faithful to my liege, to never cause any harm, and observe my homage to our highness, all in good faith and without deceit. My fidelity will be unbroken... with god as my witness." "...as you, our highness give greatness to our country, it will be a tremendous honour for me to be allowed o stand next to you." He continued. "I accept." Prince Alistair said. "You may rise." And Francis did. "Scholar Francis...." Queen Helena said with a smile. "Serve the palace and our country with all your might." Scholar Francis nodded. "I was born to serve you..." He said with sincerity. And the Queen gave him a satisfied smile.

She still harbored dreams of marrying the man, or at the very least, possessing him once. "Hehe..." Francis let out a confident chuckle. He arched an eyebrow, his gaze challenging. "Amanda, since we were kids, has there ever been anything I wanted that I didn't get?" Joey fell silent. "So, what’s the next move?" She watched as Francis twirled a small vial of serum between his fingers, a faint, elegant curve touching his lips. He was a man who didn't understand the word 'no.' "Don't worry, I’ll handle it. You just keep doing what you’re doing. Just remember—don't mention those two names in public. I don't need you slipping up and exposing us." With that, Francis stood and walked out.

" Creed sighed. He knew where this was going. Creed knew the difference is their status was just too much. He knew that from Francis' perspective, Creed was not even a speck of dirt. He wanted to put a decent impression on him but his last question made it very clear that he will definitely be kicked out like a pebble on the roadside. Creed was not trying to get in his way, all he wanted to do was attending the conference… and that's it. However, Francis's next reply surprised him. "Creed Gryffon, enjoy the conference." Francis put his hand on his shoulder and subtly squeezed it hard, "However, my daughter is off limits. Do you understand?"

I took my time looking at the pictures on the wall of the late kings and queens, nearly all of them had such a serious look on their faces except the earlier few that had smiles across their faces. It made me wonder just how long the Alastain's had this kingdom in their possession. The Alastain's had, could still have magic, I wonder if Senya tried he, himself could use it too. I continued down the corridor and outside to the miraculous garden, and plastered a happy smile on my face when I saw Amoura. "Good evening." "Oh, queen Fallynn." She says it ended in a harsh body shaking cough. She seems to be getting worse by the day, even so she still had a smile on her face.

Francis was surprised, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried about Severin. If anything happened to Severin, while he wouldn't face any punishment upon returning to Grandiuno Sacred Land, he would certainly lose some favor in the eyes of the elders. Therefore, for the sake of Grandiuno Sacred Land's reputation, Francis had to support Severin. However, despite his attainment of level seven paragon, Francis knew that he couldn't handle everything alone. Hence, he felt delighted when he discovered Severin possessed a royal paragon protective charm.

Now all too weak to even stand and currently in a state of shock from what he just heard and learn. “That is why I am telling you in the first place that I do not need to grovel in front of that woman. It is just you who wanted me to do such a disgraceful thing.” Francis finds the upper hand against Beatrice. Now all proud with his sly smile and plans that are brewing perfectly inside his mind. Finally showing his trump card and the secret that he knew and had just been keeping still while acting as the perfect politician and husband in front of his wife and to the people.