Day four: the secrets our parents keep - pt 1

2019, March 27th

(Paris)

Waking up to Zoey’s head in his lap, Aaron sighed. This was the second and probably the last time he would wake up to her face. Her eyes were puffy from crying herself to sleep, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. If he could only take it all back, the moment he’d lost her, undo it somehow. Realize sooner just how much she meant to him. Looking at her now though and the way she was clinging to those rings, she didn’t need to tell him it was too late.

He might even have seen it coming, had he not been so determined to believe that he really could find his father and save the day for once. They were behind him, surrounding them before he knew it and then she walked in and he knew that feeling of dread he had gotten the moment Jesse opened the door was justified.

“If you’re done playing detective, son, we have a war to start,” said Queen Mary, calm and detached as ever.

Aaron glared at Jesse, who bowed and said, “Forgive me, Your Highn