Francis,
I call you Francis now while you call me Elizabeth. We progress a lot these past months since we had truce last year. This made me so happy. I found out we had a lot of common. We love reading French books and poems. Every night we spent an hour to talk about our day. I am glad you agreed to spend time with me before exchanging vows. It is safe to say that we can call each other friend now.
Time to time, I can still see your sadness that you tried hard to hide but I don't know how I can read your eyes. I am desperate to wipe that sadness but I know I have to be patient. My brother, Edward, and Mary got married yesterday. You were devastated. That's the first time you let me in, share your agony. You cried like a baby that day. I just sat there, embracing you and letting you cried. I hated that Mary have so much power over you. She can make you cry and sad but she can make you the happiest man in the world. You keep saying that night, "That's should be me. I should be her husband. We should spend our life together." You cried in your sleep. I did not leave you until you succumb to sleep.
I will repeat it again and again, I understand it and I will wait. I wanted to cry but I can't. You needed an anchor and you need not be burden of my feelings for you. That night after I lulled you into sleep, I cried as I close my door. I let out all the hurt I am feeling that I kept hidden in your presence.
I can't even count how much tears I cried for you. I ask myself that night if I really deserve this. If I can really endure all of this.
Elizabeth
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Letters To My Betrothed
Historical FictionHistorical Series #2 ------- Elizabeth Tudor is the second daughter of King Henry VIII of England with his second wife, Anne Boleyn. At the age of 8, she was betrothed to Prince Francis of France. She never forgets how beautiful his smile when he...
