(France X Reader)
Warning: heavy sexual themes and undertones are present throughout the entire book. Don't like, don't read. Simple as that.
22 year old physics major (Y/n) (L/n) knows all too well that relocating to a foreign country and going t...
Francis Bonnefoy had been stared at me the entire ride back to his estate. He didn't say a word to me.His staring makes the back of my neck tingle.I'm not sure why, though. "Why did you come to the city?" He asks suddenly.
I look up, hesitatingto answer for a moment. "I wanted to be free to help my people."
Francis smiles. "That's very noble of you... but I'm not sure a woman will be able to do much in the way of helping a country."
I glare at him. "Watch me." I snap. His smile only grows as he turns his head to watch out the window of the coach.We sit in silence for a good twenty minutes before a thought occurs to me. "What day is it?"
Francis raises his eyebrows slightly. "You don't know what day it is?" He sounds smug.
"I haven't really been keeping track." I counter. In my defence, I'd been so wound up and angry Ididn't bother the count the number of days I had been on the road.
"The sixth of January 1430." Francis says gently. "Why do you ask.
I bite theinsideof my cheek and turn my attention out the window. "It's my birthday." I say after a moment as an afterthought. Somewhere in the back of my mind Iwonder if my mother is thinking about me.
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