Francis' Point of View
I made my way to Mary's room. I can't explain how happy I was when she told me she loved me too. I opened the door and saw Mary sitting next to her fireplace, her knees were tucked under her chin with her arms wrapped around them. She turned towards me and I saw her eyes were filled with tears. I've never seen her cry like this before. "Mary, what's wrong?" I asked "Conde told me." She said. I've been dreading hearing this three words from her. "Mary whatever he told you I can explain." I said moving near her, she stood up to move away from me. "Oh you can explain? Well I don't care to listen so you can get the hell out." She said "Mary I know what I did was wrong but please listen, I am so sorry." I said "Okay, which thing are you sorry for?" She crossed her arms. "What do you mean?" I asked "Are you sorry for wagering me or are you sorry for brining Olivia into your rooms?" She asked "I never brought her to my rooms, late one night before I came here she showed up to my door. I let her in so I could give her some sort of explanation as to why I won't even look at her anymore. After that she left, there is nothing shady about it. She deserved an explanation so I gave her one." I said "I don't believe you, I don't trust you Francis. This whole time I truly thought I was so blessed, I thought you loved me and were going to get married and be so happy together, but it was all just a lie. It was just another way for you to beat Conde." She said "I do love you. Mary since I met you that day in town I have been so in love with you. I want you to be my wife. I couldn't have Conde getting to you, I know it was stupid." I said "So you're saying pursing me wasn't even a little bit about besting Conde?" She asked "It was a little bit about that at first." I said "I should have listened to everyone about you. Get out." She said, tears still falling down her face. "Mary please don't cry, I want to work this out. Let's talk about this." I said "Francis, there is nothing more to talk about. Go." She said "Mary-" I got cut off. "Francis i'm asking you to go, please." She said, she looks so heart broken. "Okay, I'll go." I said. As I made my way to my rooms I felt so much guilt. I also felt so alone, for the past few weeks i've been with Mary everyday. Sleeping in her bed every night. I didn't even mind I had to wake up with the sun to sneak out so no one caught us, I was just so happy to be with her. I'd get out of her bed and pull the blankets over her then kissed her forehead before I left. I walked in my room and changed into my night clothes and got into bed. I felt empty without her. Nothing had purpose if I didn't have Mary by my side.
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The Scottish Princess
Ficción históricaThe Scottish Princess, Mary Stuart, has just turned 18. She has put off getting married for as long as she can but now she has no choice. All the princes of Europe want her, she is the only person alive with a legitimate claim to England. Her Father...