Francis. My half . Together we became whole , yet I fear to speak of the ... the trauma of the night before last.
The King of France was fulfilling his duty , as royalty , but his concern was somewhere else - it wasn't for sure his ailing wife. For weeks I pondered , what it was that consumed his time . His fondness. Was he having an affair? Or is it that he is truly trapped by his royal curse of being 'chosen' as heir to the throne?
Whatever he was scheming it had hurt me. Feelings of warmth and passion had died by the hand of the oblivious bleak hole , that scars my heart.
Weeks dreadfully dragged on , it was soon to be the day of his birth. Catherine and I had decided to plan a ball to commemorate his chivalry against the English and of course his birth.
Making sure everything was in check , surprisingly Francis enlightens my skin with his supple touch.
'With what have you been occupied with , these past weeks ?' I had asked Francis 'I was frightened . Worried for you my love.'
Francis gazes to the floor I had to deal with war issues , nothing to dwell on .
He wasn't telling the truth.
'I'll see you tonight then, Mary? He questioned .
Dwelling on what he could be doing I had left the castle and acquainted by my thoughts . He wasn't having an affair he loved me. Adored me. And I him. Was it Lola , he had arrived with her when we two were parted. Mary get yourself together.
'Mary . Mary' I hear a voice echoing becoming more crisp and amplified. ' oh sorry , I was just thinking ' I had stated bluntly. 'About what?' He questioned. 'Ah. Ah about your ... gâteau. Do you like vanille or chocolat'
He had passed me , knowing that I was as immersed my own well of thoughts as he.
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FanfictionMary endures a traumatic experience , fearing the consequences of her people a d judgement of her king.
