As I sit down to write in my journal, I cannot help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and anxiety. It has been a few weeks since my first dress fitting, and today marks my last day in my homeland. I am to depart for France, where I will be married to the king and become his queen. At first, I was confident and ready for the new chapter of my life, but now, as the moment of departure draws closer, I feel like crying.
The thought of leaving my family and friends behind, never to see them again, is almost unbearable. I will miss the sound of little Elizabeth's laughter and the excitement of my brother's upcoming wedding. But I know that as a princess, it is my duty to marry for the sake of my kingdom, to cement alliances, and secure the future of my people.
Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and be a child again, carefree and innocent, hiding behind my parents' legs. But I have been raised to understand that my duties as a princess are far greater than my personal desires. I can only hope that I will find happiness and a sense of purpose in my new life as queen of France.
From what I have heard, François is a kind and loving man, devoted to his daughters, the princesses of France. He was a good husband to Queen Claude during her tenure as his queen and wife. I can only hope that he will be just as kind and loving to me.
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Boleyn Queen of France
Historical FictionHave you ever thought about what could have happened if Mary Boleyn married François Valois instead of her husband Herny Carey? What would it be like to read Mary's journal and see how she dealt with the challenges of being a French king's wife? Wou...
