Chapter 7
Twas the night before the wedding, Kenna was laying in bed with Bash in her suite. The couple was kissing. Bash was holding her close against his body. Kenna moaned into his mouth, feeling his hand wander down to the curve of her ass.
The moment gets ruined when Bash's phone rang. Bash looked at Kenna as she reached over and handed him his phone from the nightstand. She flopped back onto the bed giving Bash a pouty face as he checked the caller ID and answered.
"What?" Bash answered, sounding annoyed.
Kenna mouthed "Who is it?".
"Francis" Bash mouthed back.
"Hey, I was hoping that we could have a drink in my office," Francis told Bash in a nervous tone. "Is this a bad time?"
"Only a little." Bash pauses to think quickly before sighing and saying "I'll be down in 10 minutes." Bash says, before hanging up on his little brother, the King of France.
"You're gonna leave me?" Kenna pouts. "Leave me here all wet?"
Bash groans. "Cherie, you are making this more difficult than this needs to be." Bash kisses her before saying, "Francis wants to have a drink with me. I mean he is getting married and crowned King tomorrow."
"Yeah yeah go be a big brother," Kenna says.
"I will see you tomorrow, Cherie. Goodnight." Bash kisses her one more time before leaving.
Kenna sighs and grabs her phone. Bash walks down to the king's office. He finds his brother in a chair by the fireplace. Bash takes the seat next to him.
"I'm getting married tomorrow," Francis says.
"Nervous?" Bash asks.
"I am so in love with her. I've been dreaming of this day for so long… I haven't spent very long without Mary in years. Not more than a few hours."
"You two are pretty inseparable." Bash agrees.
"I saw her at dinner but I miss her. I laid in bed 10 minutes before I came to terms that I can't sleep without her. Our mothers are being strict on the "no seeing the bride before the wedding" tradition… I sound crazy."
"No, you're a man in love... I think that I am beginning to understand."
"I'm glad that you and Kenna are working it out. Getting to know each other. Are you liking what you see?"
Bash chuckles. "Yes, she's great."
"The best thing that father ever did for you," Francis comments darkly.
"Precisely… So you mentioned that you couldn't sleep. Is that why you pulled me from my fiance's arms?"
"Sorry, the King was lonely." Francis jokes, before clearing his throat. "I might have forgotten to mention this to you-"
"Scary thing to start with."
"Yeah, this is. Um, without asking you… I may have made you King while I am away on my honeymoon."
"Francis! That's too huge to accidentally forget. You know I hate the idea of being King. I'm illegitimate for a reason."
"Bash, there is no one that I would trust more with my position than you. No public appearances. Just the keepings of the Castle and not letting my desk become too messy with the pile-up that will happen in my absence."
"Does this come with any perks at least?"
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When Bash wakes up in the morning, he finds his baby brother asleep beside him. While they aren't cuddling or even too close, Bash notices the way that Francis lies. It's almost as if Mary has left an imprint on his muscle memory. He lays as if Mary is in his arms like her ghost is in her place. Bash hopes that he grows to be that used to Kenna.
Bash sits up and gets out of bed. He unplugs his phone and is checking it when he gets a text from Kenna.
"Open your door *winkie face*" Kenna's text read.
Bash smiles, going over to his door and opening it to see Kenna in a short silk robe.
"Good morning beautiful," Bash says pulling her in by her waist. He kisses her sweetly.
Pulling away Kenna smiles teasingly. "Morning handsome."
"What brings your radiant beauty to see me this morning.?"
"Shut up," She laughs. "Mary wanted me to bring this letter to the King Groom. Word around the castle is the King spent the night with you. Should I be jealous?"
"No. Kenna he's my brother."
"I'm teasing," Kenna says while handing him the note.
Bash takes it and kisses her one more time. He feels like he's already addicted to her and that gives him hope.
"I will see you at the wedding, Cherie," Bash says.
"See you at the wedding," Kenna says turning and walking away.
Bash notices the way that her hips swing as she leaves.
"Never thought that I'd be waking up next to you on my wedding day." Bash hears Francis say, as he wakes up.
Bash laughs good-naturedly. "Sorry, I'm not Marry." Bash walks over to Francis as he sits up. "I do have a note from her though." He says handing it to him.
Francis opens the note from Mary. He sees her beautiful handwriting.
My dear sweet King to be. Today is a big day for you.
You'll become a husband and crowned King all in one day.
Do me the favor of waiting for me at the end of the church aisle, I will be there shortly after you.
Francis smiled at how playful she could be. He loved how she highlighted the importance of the day, but also made it sound so mundane.
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Mary looked at herself in the large mirror. Her white dress was full and was shining in the light. She felt like a queen. Today she becomes a queen, The Queen… of France. Not just a Queen but a wife. Being Francis's wife had been something that she had daydreamed about the day that she would be one with him legally.
"Shall we add the vail?" Greer asks with a big smile.
Mary nods, unable to contain her bright smile. Greer attaches the vail with the help of Lola and Kenna.
"You look like a beautiful Queen-Bride," Catherine says from the other end of the room.
"Thank you, Catherine."
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She watched each bridesmaid pair up with their assigned groomsmen, as she desperately tried to catch a glimpse of Francis each time the doors opened. She watched the last couple pair up, linking arms as they prepared to walk down. It was Kenna and Bash, the Maid of Honor and Bestman.
Bash leans over to Kenna to whisper in her ear. "The next time you walk down this aisle, I will be on the other end waiting for you."
Kenna smiles at him and replies "Is this practice?" Kenna jokes as they begin walking down the aisle.
Now, Mary stood, hidden behind the double doors that blocked her view of her soon-to-be husband. She wiggled her toes nervously. She made the decision this morning that she would walk herself down the aisle.
As the doors open, for her grand entrance, her breath leaves her lungs in a small flutter. Mary is finally able to catch her first glimpse of Francis.
The aisle is long and grand, decorated in gold silks and white roses. All eyes were on her. She had to be the image of a Queen. The pressure had set on her shoulders before this moment, but this was the moment that it was visible. She glided smoothly down the aisle.
Francis watches her from his place at the front of the room. Mary watched his wide eyes tear up once they make eye contact.
The aisle felt like forever for both of them, but once Mary reached him, he took her hands in his. Mary stared into his eyes. They both drowned out the crowd and the officiant as they only saw each other.
They said I do and Mary stepped to the side to watch her husband be officially crowned King of France. Once he was seated on his throne, Mary took her place to kneel on the steps and be crowned Queen of France. As soon as Mary was seated on her throne, the crowd erupted. The applause was deafening. Cheers and screams followed them to the large crowd outside.
They waved to their adoring public before the newlyweds were rushed into a limo and driven off to the castle ballroom for the reception. They wore massive smiles as they had finally achieved their shared dream.
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The entire family stood on the private runway of the royal jet, waving the newlyweds off on their honeymoon. Bash stood beside Kenna, watching the King board the royal private jet with his new Queen.
Once the jet was in the air, the rest of the royal family was on their way back to Fontainebleau. Kenna tiredly allowed her head to lean against Bash's shoulder. He turned himself to better support her sleepy head on his chest.
Looking down at his fiance made him smile. Bash couldn't believe how fast he was able to develop feelings. Before Kenna, Bash had never felt so much for one woman.
Bash had to admit one redeeming quality about his father… he sure knew how to pick out the perfect partner for his illegitimate son.
"Thanks, dad." He mumbled quietly to himself.
"Mmm?" Kenna mumbles sleepily and confused.
"Shh." He soothes her back to sleep like a child.
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Upon reaching Fontainebleau, the halls were dead. Bash sighed, knowing that due to the wedding everyone was off work. Only a few light staff had smaller shifts in order to keep the castle running. Smaller shifts were so that the servants could only come to work for 2 hours and have more time off. Kenna seemed to have one goal in mind, 1) get out of her dress, 2) wash her face, and 3) slip into silky pj's and get in bed.
Bash kissed her forehead, promising that he would be up shortly. He had to pick up the King's notebook. Francis left it for him as instructions.
Upon arriving in the King's office, Bash found that his little brother had for the most part made him overseeing his kingly duties into a joke.
The list that was written on a sticky note found on the front page of his journal had only 2 things on it.
"1) Keep my desk organized 2) Don't lose the kingdom." Francis had written.
"Real funny, Fran." Bash mumbled, beginning to roll his sleeves.
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Bash went up to Kenna's room shortly after setting up the organization system that he'd use over the next 2 weeks.
He found her sleeping in her silk nighty, with the tv on low volume, playing a cooking show about mediocre bakers. Bash unties his bow tie and dress shirt. He perches himself on the couch arm to untie shoes and remove them. His pants are quickly unzipped and unbuttoned, hanging open with his belt also undone.
"I could get used to this view." Bash hears Kenna's sleepy but sultry voice say.
"What? Me half-dressed?"
"I may have a thing for an undone suit look."
"Really now?"
"Mmm"
Bash turns to fully look at her while he pulls his dress shirt off, leaving his chest still covered by a white T-shirt. Kenna was propped up against the pillows now to watch him undress for bed.
"We get to play King and Queen for the next 2 weeks." Bash tells her.
"Really?"
"Yup."Bash says, popping the 'P'. "I don't know what kind of perks, Francis was vague on everything. Knowing my brother he's got a plan to mess with me." He peels off his dress pants and meets her in bed, crawling over to where she lies.
"Well, maybe this means that you could spend more time with your fiance?"
Bash smiled, leaning close to her face, "Perhaps," he says as he kisses her lips.
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"Francis, behave!" Mary exclaims.
"We don't have to be. We are the King and Queen, after all."
"Not an airplane!"
"Mary, it's the royal private jet. We are the only ones but the staff."
"I know. It's- I guess I'm still not used to the privacy of no privacy"
Francis realized that Mary had been by his side for a long time, that she still got to leave the guarded bubble until now. He stopped trying to advance on his new bride and settled for holding her close, snuggling her.
Upon arriving at the resort, the couple headed straight for the beach. They had a guarded area of the beach just for them. The newlyweds splashed and played along the shore until the sunset, low on the horizon.
They were starving by the time that they reached their private villa. Francis put in a call for room service. While they waited, they took a steamy shower together.
For them having been together as long as they have, there was no pressure to consummate their marriage or spend the entire night naked together.
Francis stood behind her as she handed him her fancy body wash. He lathered his palms up and began to spread it across her body. Without a rush on the assumed physical gratification that comes with the first night of their honeymoon, they were able to be slow and intimate. Francis loved to tease his impatient wife for as long as she could take. It was sweet torture for the both of them.
Francis reached around her body, spreading the soap over her chest and abdomen. He turned her around and kneaded her soapy ass like bread.
"Francis" Mary moaned.
"Keep going?" Francis asked, moving his hands to her opening. His fingers begin playing with her clit.
"Don't stop"
"Same thing." He jokes, slipping his fingers into her.
Mary gasps, gripping onto his shoulders. A knock on the door interrupts them.
"Your majesties, dinner is served." A servant says from behind the door.
They share a groan but that quickly turns into laughter when Mary's stomach growls.
"Time to feed my Queen," Francis mumbles in her ear, slowly pulling his fingers from within her.