Princess Mary, a rebellious, golden child of the Tudor family, at the age of eighteen is forced into an arranged marriage with King Louis of France - an aggressively jealous main in his late fifties.
When troubles arise, Mary is cornered and throu...
The following evening I remain secluded in my chambers, telling my guards to not allow anyone to enter my chambers other than my ladies-in-waiting. I must stray myself from Charles in order to save his head. I try to distract myself and indulge in needlework and reading... oh, the joy, and utter boredom.
Later that night King Louis joined me in our chambers. "Mary, is it true you have not left our room all day?" He said, turning towards me as we stand by our bedroom window.
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"Yes. I do not like being watched. I feel as though I am being hunted by your pride of hungry lions. They're just waiting for me to stumble so they can inform you of my actions."
He gazed upon me, not in anger, yet admiration. "Trust is earned."
"How are we to rule as a partnership, rule France together if you cannot even trust your own wife."
"I can't always put you first, put our marriage first. Sometimes I have to be a King and make my own decisions. Decisions I cannot yet share with you as you are not loyal to me above all others."
"Don't play the fool Louis-"
"King Louis!" He rebutted.
I repositioned myself, and continued. "What is a flock without a shepherd, a family without a steward... a kingdom without a good, strong monarch."
"Where hate is present, opinions and minds differ. I can not stand to be in your company knowing thou not love me."
"You think we are the first royal pairing to not love one another? Ha, are you a King or a Jester? There is one thing higher than royalty that has sealed our union, that is religion."
"I am wedded to you, not God."
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"But God is on our side. Our Catholic subjects support this union, but I am not only your queen, yet loyal partner in all matters of our kingdoms. You must put aside your false accusations and jealousy and focus on our ruling. Focus on the enemies that danger our states, not those that frolick in your mind."
Louis remained silent for quite some time; shocked by my abrupt outburst, and silently intrigued. "Your words have depth. We must stand strong, for the people. I have a splendid idea, we shall host a ball next week. This will ensure any uncertainty in our union is but a myth." King Louis approached me, wrapping his arms around my petite frame. "It would help if you were with child, we must continue trying."
I close my eyes and pray. Please lord, fill my womb with an heir. I cringe at the taste of his moist lips, "You are an eager man, are you not? We made love only last night. Are you sure you're able to try again?"
His eyes shot down to mine. "I am a man, we do not run dry."
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His hands begun tugging at my gown, rising it above my waist. "That is not what I meant my Lord. I meant due to your age-"
"Oh doubtful woman," He interrupted, "show me your lips do more than test me."
