Your Infidelity: Allowed It, Because I Love You

Secrets From Each Other

Perspective d' Marie

"I feel so cold," I tell Catherine. She's helped me through the night. This painful, brutally tragic night. . .

She's also helped me appear to be a strong queen in the faces of my subjects. All were thankul and relieved as I told them that their King and Queen were untouched. It wasn't a complete lie she made me told. Francis wasn't touched, how much I thank God for it. However, me, I was not only wrongly touched but I feel a gigantic part of me was taken: my dignity, my respect for myself and more.

"It's the shock," Francis' mother says. "From the night's events."

Suddenly, I hear the doors open, which surprises me unpleasantly. It's my husband, Francis. I pull the duvet closer to me. Catherine makes a stand to leave.

"Shall I leave?" She asks me tenderly.

A discreet nod was all I could give.

She walks up to Francis on her way out our chambers, "Give her time."

I lay eyes on Francis. A man. . . And despite my love and adoration for him, I want him to go away, to not be near me.

He walks closer to me. Every hair planted on my skin stands. No, don't go near me. Please!

"It's true. You're all right," he says. "Thank God."

I fight every urge to run away from him. A man. . . A man. . . Get away! No!

"They. . Told me that. . That the men outside our chambers were killed; that they never made it in, that you were untouched?" A tear falls from my right eye. Oh, Francis. My loving and worried husband.

"I lied. Your mother suggested I lie so that no one would know."

"Know? About what?" He asked, as I remained silent the next several seconds after speaking.

"I think you should sleep, you must be tired." I try to give him a smile, to reassure him, perhaps.

"Well, aren't you going to sleep? You must be tired as well. It's pretty la--"

"No, I uh-- I will--" My body aches, and it's excruciating to speak. "I will take a walk around the castle for now. I will come back here at our-- lovely chambers and come to bed with you. I just need some fresh air. If that's all right?"

"Mary, I--
are you not telling me something? And. . Of course, you may come back anytime you'd like." He tells me with his loving eyes. He starts to walk toward me, his arms reaching out to touch me.

'Touch me'? Touch me, no!

I step immediately back. He'll notice something's wrong. Before he could speak, I walk quickly away and out of our chambers.

Will I ever bring myself to tell him what happened? Why should I? He had been shutting me out the past few weeks. He had been having a secret that he so refuses to share with me. So, why should I share mine with him?

I run to look for Condè. Maybe he'll make me feel better?

But. . . Of all the people I can run to, why Louis? How about my ladies? Kenna, Greer and Lola?

Perhaps I'll tell them tomorrow. I don't want to talk about this with anyone. And Lola, she might tell Francis as the two of them have gotten very close ever since. . I don't want to think about it.

I don't want to talk to anyone, or have anyone's company. What I want to find is Louis.