Mary Francis Reign Romane & Geschichten

"The one with 'no wolf' who was working in your kitchen this morning." Jerick’s face flashed with pure fury and embarrassment that I had brought up the subject of his failed mate in public. "Ah, the rogue. Yes, my trackers are out. She tried to use some pathetic black magic to disrupt the ceremony. She's of no consequence." My world went red. Pathetic black magic. He didn't know the golden power of the Moon Goddess had just freed his mate and rejected his tyranny. "Of no consequence?" I took a slow, deliberate step closer. "That maid, as you call her, is under my protection now. She is kin. And you have dishonored her for eighteen years."

“Ok ma'am, but you don't seem to have an appointment with him.” “I don't think I need an appointment to see him. And he knows.” “Please ma'am, can I confirm with my boss first before letting you in?” “No problem.” She walked over to one of the waiting chairs and sat down gracefully. “What name do I tell him?” Maria asked. “Oh, tell him Stella Martins is here to see him.” Maria froze where she stood. Stella Martins. Francis' mother. Of course she knew the name. She had come across it while researching Francis before accepting the job. She never bothered to look at the woman's pictures online. It didn't feel necessary.

Francis's eyes fixed Cain with piercing glare as he said, "Cain, I think that you are overstepping your boundaries these days, who gave you the autority to let my guest freely leave or enter the palace?....It is not your call to let her do as she please, this is my palace!" "That's true and I am deeply sorry your majesty. I didn't thought that she was still restricted from stepping outside since the investigation revealed that she was innocent." Cain replied and bowed toward Francis in apologize, because even if they were friends the fact that Francis is his emperor doesn't change so there is always a line that all of them must never cross.

Ella heart ached from the words of Francis mother. "I was seperated from Francis three months after he was born. I never got to see him," Francis mother's voice croaked, it was an hint that she was about to cry from recalling the past. "When Francis turned eighteen, he requested to see his mother as his birthday wish. I was glad, I was happy and I hurried to the royal mansion believing my son wasn't going to be like his father until..." She took in a deep breath as she remembered how he ridiculed her the first time he saw her.

She didn’t like what she did. She was forced. “Mary Sorry!” I was surprised when her voice growled. “Julia why?” I’m crying too. I don’t care if we can catch people’s attention. “I was just instructed Mary to do all that for you!” Crying she says and I don’t know what reaction will I make. I am wondering. Who? And Why is this being done to me? Who are they? Why are they doing this to me. Is someone hate me secretly? Is someone trying to ruin my life.