The holy ruler

Chapter 3A Night of Masks and Deception

Addams POV:
I, Prince Adam, stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, surveying the scene before me. The English and French courts mingled, their laughter and music filling the air. My father, the French King, beamed with pride as he danced with the English Queen. I, on the other hand, felt like a prisoner, trapped in this political game of marriage and alliances.

My gaze fell upon the English Princess, Anastasia. She was as beautiful as I remembered, her curves accentuated by the lavish gown. But, alas, she was not the one who had captured my heart. That distinction belonged to her sister, Mary Tudor. I had met Mary briefly during our families' initial meeting, and her intelligence and wit had left me smitten.

As I watched Anastasia laugh and flirt with the English courtiers, I couldn't help but feel a growing disdain for her. She seemed so strong-willed and stern, just like her mother, Anne Boleyn. Her sharp tongue and quick wit intimidated even the most seasoned courtiers. How could my father possibly expect me to marry her?

I made my way through the crowds, searching for Mary. Ah, there she was, her dark hair and piercing eyes a stark contrast to her sister's radiant beauty. We exchanged a brief, knowing glance, and I felt a thrill run through me.

"Mary," I said, approaching her with a bow. "You look stunning tonight. Your beauty rivals the stars."

Mary curtsied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Prince Adam. You're too kind."

"I speak the truth," I replied, offering her my arm. "May I have the pleasure of a dance?"

As we moved across the dance floor, I leaned in close, our voices barely audible above the music. "Mary, I must confess, I find myself drawn to your intellect and grace. You are a true gem among the English court."

Mary's eyes sparkled with amusement. "And I, Prince Adam, find your passion for art and literature quite captivating. You are a rare find among the French nobility."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream meandering through the countryside. We spoke of books and art, of music and philosophy. With each passing moment, I felt my connection to Mary deepening.

Meanwhile, Anastasia watched us with a Soft smile, her gaze piercing through the crowds. I thought she would be upset I don't know why it was clear as day neither of us wanted to marry one another I just had to convince my father the same

As the dance came to an end, I knew I had to find a way to change my father's mind. I couldn't marry Anastasia, not when my heart belonged to her sister. I made a silent vow to myself: I would do whatever it took to make Mary mine. Little did I know Mary was using me