~Francis' POV
"Your highness!" Sir. Oliver fearfully behind me. I turned, breathing heavily as I let stupid Francis down.
Francis looked directly into my eyes and smirked before crawling out of the room.
I tightened my fists.
"You should have let me kill him," I mouthed.
Remembering what he said about Mala being with him the previous night, I couldn't help how jealous I felt.
I let her go and asked her to choose a life for herself. I told her to go and be with any man she wanted, but did it have to be Francis of all people?
"Your highness, you do not look too well. Should I call on Arabella?" Sir. Oliver asked with a bow.
"I want Mal…." I immediately paused, trying to catch my breath.
"Your highness, I thought you said you have already forgotten about Mala?"
"It was a mistake," I denied. "Why are you here?" I asked.
