Mary's POV:
I, Mary Tudor, descended the staircase, my deep red gown shimmering in the candlelight. The ball was in full swing, and I had a mission to accomplish. My eyes scanned the room, locking onto Prince Adam, who was currently entranced by my sister Anastasia's charms. I rolled my eyes, knowing I had to act fast.As I made my way through the crowds, the music and laughter seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart. I was on a mission to seduce Prince Adam, and nothing would stand in my way.
I reached his side, my red dress drawing his attention like a magnet. "Prince Adam, may I have the pleasure of a dance?" I asked, my voice husky and inviting.
He smiled, his eyes never leaving mine, and took my hand. We glided across the dance floor, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. I could feel the tension between us building, like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.
As we twirled, I caught sight of Anastasia, her pink gown a stark contrast to my own. She was chatting with Annabella, her eyes flashing with determination. I knew she was trying to secure her place in the French court, but I wouldn't let her get in my way.
I leaned in close to Prince Adam, my voice barely audible over the music. "Let's get some fresh air, shall we?" I suggested, my eyes locked on his.
He nodded, his face inches from mine, and we slipped out into the night air. The gardens were dimly lit, the shadows cast by the flickering torches like dark secrets waiting to be uncovered.
We strolled along the winding paths, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The tension between us was palpable, like a living thing waiting to be unleashed.
And then, without warning, Prince Adam stopped, his eyes burning with intensity. "Mary, I can't resist you," he whispered, his lips inches from mine.
I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for. With a gentle touch, I drew him in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that left us both breathless.
As we broke apart, gasping for air, I knew I had secured my place in Prince Adam's heart. And nothing, not even Anastasia's schemes, could take that away from me.
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The holy ruler
Ficción históricaThe story of the upbringing of a queen who's very misunderstood