Chapter 6

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France 1559

February 24

Dressed in white she walked up the aisle with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Her hair was down and on top of her head sat a flower crown over the white veil covering her face, making her look like Virgin Mary. The dress she wore was made of snow white silk and fluttered as the breath of God entered the church. Diamonds around her neck made small rainbows in the sunlight.

Her maids held the end of the veil as they slowly stopped when the ceremony began.

The prince met her with eyes full of love and the priest with eyes of promises.

She took her beloved one's hands kissed them then turned her head, getting down on her knees, to hear what the priest had to say.

As the priest finished his speech he placed the crown on top of Francis who was now king and he placed a crown on top of Sofia's. The princess was now queen, The Queen of France.

Both the new king and queen said their vows to protect and bring prosper to the country as their people gave out joyous yells.

Many painters had trouble to draw this beautiful crowning and wedding scene since it just didn't seem enough. Everyone wanted to capture more than they painted but their talents weren't just enough. Despite that their paintings hang today in the royal palace of both Sweden and France. So that nobody would forget what kind of people the princess of Sweden/Queen of France and The King of France who brought prosper to their countries.

November 15

Francis was getting ill and Sofia knew what had to be done. Thankfully she noticed the symptons quickly in order to act.

According to history he had always been weak since birth and would die at an early age due to a syncope.

Sofia had of course already started a doctor facility that had come far enough to treat it. She often encouraged Francis to eat healthy food which were ways to prevent him from getting too ill which made it just easier to cure the illness he would get.

And every night she would rub alcohol around and in his ear so to disinfect it. Francis would always asked her why she did it because it stung in his ear. Since she couldn't tell him the truth she lied to him and said that it's good to clean your ears because that was another way to prevent you from catching the plague. And as gullible as he was when it came to her he believed Sofia.

November 25

Although the syncope weren't as big as the historicans described in books it was still dangerous and he needed surgery to remove it. And Francis had already shown the signs of dying. Thankfully everything was already prepared. Sofia had already sent for medical treatments and a well educated doctor who told her that they were ready to do the surgery.

In the future the method the doctor, Gilbert Stern used on Francis had become more developed and saved many peoples' lives.

December 10

Francis had been asleep ever since the surgery and the people of France were anxiously waiting for him to awaken. But the most worried one was Sofia who slept beside him, took care of him every day and also took care the duties of the kingdom. It was hard for her and many people wondered how she was able to bear everything on her shoulders. Yes, it truly was a big question that nobody could answer not even the royal higness herself.

Days continued to pass. As Francis was still sleeping. During that time Queen Sofia had become more cold and isolated. The people in the palace had noticed as the days of their sleeping king continued. They felt sorry and were for their mistress and queen. She seemed lonely and almost as if she was losing herself.

December 24

On the morning before the ball something miraculously happened. The king had finally awakened! Cries of joy filled the whole country and became a much happier place as also their Queen's happy smile had returned.

Later in the evening people celebrated and danced in happiness to a harmonious music.

And that joy everyone felt that day would be everlasting.

Although history never wrote it down there was an oath that was made that night, an eternal oath that not even God could break. 




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