War of Hearts || Reign || REWRITE

04- Beginning of the end

June 17, 1562

After departing from Queen Mary's chambers, I returned to my own chambers where I prepared for Elizabeth's wedding.

I had dressed myself in a red dress that accentuated my cleavage nicely. I had my brown hair hanging in low curls over my shoulders.

I admired myself in the mirror but was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. "Come in!" I cried without taking my eyes off the mirror.

"Are you admiring yourself again?" I heard Francis ask teasingly. I turned and looked at him from top to bottom.

Francis was nicely dressed. In his black ensemble, his blond hair stood out in print from his clothes. "You look nice, that's something you don't see often" I said in a dry tone "shall we go to the hall?"

Francis held out his arm to me with a smile and I hooked my arm through it as we walked down the hall to the hall. "What did you think of your betrothed, Francis?" I asked curiously. at the sight of francis look had to laugh right away.

"That doesn't seem like a good sign," I said, squeezing his arm with a smile. "Well she's nice, but too... Young, if you know what I mean. I don't know if it's because she was raised in a convent or because she's just inexperienced with men."

"Of course she is inexperienced with men. She's a queen, And you are lucky enough to be engaged to a queen"

Francis shrugged, "I don't want to think about that tonight, all I want to do is party and get drunk. Remember Bia, like before. Max, you and me with a few cups of wine" he winked at me. "I thought we agreed to grow up this year" I looked at him questioningly "Who cares, let's get drunk and enjoy one of your last days as a bachelor" I unhooked my arm and pulled him in the hall.

The room was already full of people dancing and I immediately walked over to the table where I grabbed a cup of wine for Francis and myself. Maximilian also joined us and raised his glass "To the single life" he looked at me "and to the bastards".

I raised my glass, laughing, and then took a long gulp of the sweet-tasting wine.

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It was already several hours later and I was dancing with Maximilian. We had already drunk a lot and I already felt very light-headed.

The dance was over and I moved back to the side of the room while looking at the group on the other side of the room.

Queen Mary stood with her ladies-in-waiting whispering with their eyes on different people.

The gossips, those Scottish girls really had nothing to do but gossip about others.

Francis came to me and pulled me into the hallway. "Let's go, I'm broken" he said, I ran after him to his bedroom where we fell exhausted on his bed.

"This was a beautiful evening" I sighed. "Just like old times" Francis said.

"Yeah, just old times"

Francis hung his face over mine so I looked straight into his blue eyes and his blond curls fell over my forehead.

Those beautiful blue eyes of his, in which I seemed to drown every time. I had to restrain myself from fully kissing his pink lips.

I had to think about my reputation, my future.

"Is there something Francis?" I whispered tensely. Francis gently stroked my face with his thumb. "You're nervous," he just said.

He was playing with me. He knew I'd liked him for a while. That was years ago and we were still young but I had always had a tender spot for him.

"Please stop Francis" I said softly, I didn't move, why? I do not know. Maybe I wish he did what I've wanted him to do for years.

Francis slumped down a bit so that his lips were only 2cm from mine.

I couldn't stop myself from it anymore. I pressed my lips to his, briefly but before pulling back in shame.

To my surprise, Francis kissed me back. This time longer than the kiss from before. When he removed his lips from mine, he gasped heavily and I too had trouble breathing.

"My Bianca, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this" he said hoarsely. I just smiled as I kissed him again, this time rougher, with more passion as if we'd been lovers for years.

I felt Francis fumble at his clothes and then mine. Before I knew it we were both removed from our clothes.

I knew what would happen, and as much as I wanted it to happen, I couldn't let it happen.

I pushed Francis off me. "We can't do this Francis" I whispered as I got up from the bed. Francis rolled onto his back with a sigh as he examined my bare body.

Seeing his look I quickly pulled the blanket from his bed and covered myself with it. "You are to be married, and I can't give my virginity away to someone who isn't my husband," I said.

"You love me" Francis said teasingly, I rolled my eyes in shame "I can't love you, we grew up like brother and sister." I said as I put my clothes back on.

"If I wasn't already engaged to Mary I'm sure the two of us would have been married"

I looked at him. "We won't talk about what happened tonight, do you understand Francis. This stays between the two of us and you take it to your grave" I said in a serious tone.

Francis smiled "Of course, But I will miss those beautiful lips of yours, My Bianca"

I rolled my eyes again before slipping out of the room and walking back to my own rooms.