Madeleine Bernadotte
"Please put it on, your grace" Amera begs holding out a dress to me as I stare blankly at it.
"Why should she put it on if she's upset, she should stay here" Mira urges, continuing to help me curl my hair Because lest be honest I would burn them all if the curler in my hand.
"Because she has to in order to win over Henry which will then cause him to end the alliance and engagement between Mary and Francis for her to slide in and marry him" Annitah explains in a duh tone, gripping my head and pulling it towards her.
"Can I please just get ready alone?" I mutter as Mira finishes brushing through my hair to make the curls look more natural and walking out the room ushering the other girls put the room.
"Finally a moment of peace" I whisper, grabbing the moisturiser in front of me.
"Are you sure about that, my love" a voice startled me, I turn around and face Francis who stands by the door pushing it closed.
"Your grace, I'm sorry I did not see you there" I say standing up to bow at him whilst trying to keep my robe closed. He's still engaged.
"Don't bow, here let me help you" he says coming closer to me and pushing me gently back into the seat.
"My ladies could return any moment" I say even though I know that they'll be in their chambers for the rest of the night.
"No they won't, Bash just took them some wine" he says pulling my hair behind my head and placing his lips to my neck and lightly kissing it.
"Francis, your engaged please don't make Mary and your father hate me even more" I whisper closing my eyes and grabbing his arm which is holding my hair back.
"They don't hate you" he whispers leaving a trail of kissing down to my shoulder which somehow is now out in the open. He'll be the reason for my kingdoms falling.
"Francis, your mother is pushing this but your father and the Vatican will never allow our union" I state, removing myself from his grasp as he stares at me lost for words.
"Never allow our union? By why? You're..." He starts
"Protestant, Francis I'm Protestant" I inform him as he stares at me shocked.
"Can't you convert?" He whispers, a tear slipping down my cheek. I'm crying, again. Mira would slap me for crying so much in front of a guy I fancy.
"I would lose my crown and head" I state as he moves closer to me and taking my head in his hands.
"If we are wed, and the Vatican allows it and sees it as legitimate before I wed Mary they cannot take off your head and you can remain Protestant" Francis stares straight into my eyes and wipes my tears as I look at him.
"You would do that?" I ask in a hushed whisper.
"For you, i would tear my kingdom to pieces" he whispers placing a light kiss on my lips.
"Secret marriage?" I question once more as he nods placing a trail of kisses down my neck.
"Then we shall escape to Sweden and rule there" he whispers into my neck before I push him away gently.
"I must put on my dress Francis, and it's very inappropriate to show that much skin before we are wed" I tell him before wandering over to my dress and pick it up,
"Doesn't mean I'll look, I'll help you do it up" he tells me holding his hand out for me to hand my dress to him and he closes his eyes and opens the dress.
Stepping into it and pull it up so that it's on properly, holding it to my chest I tap him with my free hand and allow him to look at me for a moment before he turns me around. Grasping the ties to my dress and lacing it up and securing it, then turning me around again and looking at me intently he smiles.
"Don't day a word or I will have my men kill you" I threaten, placing a kiss on my lips and slipping on my shoes before taking his hand and pulling him out the door down to the throne room where everyone awaits the guests for tonight's feast.
"You look beautiful, my love" he whispers into my ear.
"You are perfect, my love".
