Your Infidelity: Allowed It, Because I Love You

Latch Onto Me

Author's Apology: I apologize to all anticipating to read this chapter, for I have un-puplished it twice. There were several mistakes I had no choice but to fix them so. I am thankful for your eagerness to read this fan fiction made by I. Here's this chapter, finally. . . I desperately hope you enjoy it.

Perspective d' Français

You and I

I walk around the castle, and each time I pause in my walking, a nobleman with a wife or none attempts to start a conversation, leading to politics, and lands, and town concerns.

We're like fireworks and symphonies,

I find it hard to pay attention as one of them talks to me. I haven't slept well ever since the night of the attack on the castle; on Mary.

Exploding in the sky,

Speaking of the most important person in my life, I called for her, which reminds me: I have to excuse myself in front of my subjects and go to our chambers.

With you, I'm alive,

"My loyal subjects, it has been nice speaking with you all. I will remember the matters that need be noticed and taken care of. I will mention every single one to the council." I nod at as many individuals as I can. Then, I walk out of the gate's hallway.

Like all the missing pieces of my heart,

I am anxious to speak with Mary alone. We can't be alone in our old chambers anymore since they trigger memories to her. I don't want to put her through any more pain. I've done more than enough of that already.

they finally collide. . .

Once I am seated in my King's Table, I continuously tap my fingers against the wooden desk, then touch my jawline, staring into oblivion. I am waiting for Mary. She's taking long to come to me; why is that?

So stop time right here in the moonlight. . .

Right as I thought of it, the doors open, and my heart skips a humongous beat. It's my wife. She's here.

'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes. .

How do I start this? What is it I should say?

"Francis. We need to talk."

Without you I feel broke. .

"Of course. I-- I wanted to ask you if you have thought about moving back in a chamber with me," before any fear comes to her mind I immediately proceed to my speech. "Not to our old chambers, but somewhere different here in the castle."

She says nothing, only breaks her eye contact with me as her gaze turns to the ground. Her fingers begin to fidget; it means she's nervous. Why?

. . Like I'm half of a whole!

"Do we really have to do that? Do you really think we can sleep in the same bed again? Is it not too soon, Francis?" She stops and takes a big breath. I'm not sure I like her tone. I don't like it, because it sounds as though it leads to bad news. "Perhaps I can consider it if there is anything wrong. Is it your health? Ear infection?"