Perspective d' François
Mary. . She was raped. .
Raped!
These past several weeks, all that I've done, every decision I made that lead to my country falling. . . Decisions that stained my marriage for what I thought was temporary. . All those hard decisions lead to the woman I love most getting raped.
Oh, how she must be feeling.
Her wardrobe. . It all makes sense now. Her gown covers her from neck to her toes. Not even a bit of arms' skin is is showing. Half her hands are covered by her gown's cloth as well. She's utterly and entirely covered. Hidden. That's not Mary. Mary doesn't hide. She is strong and brave.
Who will she be now after what's happened? Will she still be herself? Will she be all right?
For hundreds of seconds I could not utter a word nor make a sound with my throat being the instrument. My eyes must be as red my body's insides. My knees, they fall down, and now I am kneeling in front of my wife. . . My queen. My ever gorgeous, ruined queen.
"Mary, I--" my voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper.
Mary says nothing, and through my heavy tears I can not fathom the face expression she is making, but my ears can sharply hear the sound of her crying. Oh, my love. . Will you still love me after this?
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