mad queen » reign cw

viii.

( fact eight! )
james stuart wishes for
isabelle to grant him the crown
matrimonial, but he respects her
decision to not grant him with it.

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arthur blackwood was afraid of two things. insects and commitment. insects due to how creepy they were and commitment? the fact that love never worked out in his favor. however, as he stood in front of alessandra de medici, the latter didn't seem too frightening.

"belle is growing suspicious." arthur whispered, pulling alessandra to a side hallway. alessandra rolled her eyes at his comment.

"then let her!" alessandra pressed her lips against arthur's. as arthur leaned into the italian lady's kiss, alessandra was sure of one thing. she was falling in love with her cousin's best friend. alessandra pulled away, gazing into arthur's eyes. "what authority does she have over you anyways?" alessandra murmured.

"she is my queen, alessa. and your blood. we shouldn't do this." arthur looked into her brown eyes. she frowned, reaching her hand up to touch his face.

"isabelle is nothing but a spoiled princess who should have never became the queen," alessandra ranted to arthur.

the duke felt torn. he loved both of the girls and he did not want alessandra talking badly about belle.

"you know, henry carefully instructed for francis to be the heir to the throne, but catherine talked him out of it." alessandra revealed.

arthur furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at alessandra.
"you're lying." he accused.

"i'm not, but arthur! none of this matters! don't you feel the same way? you love me, right?" alessandra wrapped her arms around his neck.

arthur sighed and looked at her.
"i do, alessa. i love you, but—" alessandra de medici interrupted him.
"no but's, arthur. we should be together. we shall be together." she responded, pressing her lips to his.

arthur couldn't help but to kiss her back. his hands rested upon her waist. he leaned into the kiss and pulled her closer to him. alessandra de medici pulled away, bringing her lips up to his ear.

"run away with me, arthur." she whispered to the advisor. arthur began to think about her plead. could he run away with her? could he leave his best friend and run away with her cousin?

arthur stared down at the woman in front of him. he felt feelings for alessandra that he had never felt with marlene, or even his first wife.

the advisor was terrified. he didn't want to let anything happen to his relationship with alessandra. he knew that he needed to let her go, but his heart was steering this journey.

"i will." he nodded, kissing his lover.

as alessandra de medici and arthur blackwood contemplated their escape from the monarchy, they were oblivious to the person that listened carefully to their conversation from the hallway.

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queen isabelle of france hated two things in her life. corsets and people that betrayed her. corsets due to how uncomfortable they made her, and people that betrayed her because those people increased her trust issues.