Francis,
You changed so much these past months. You become rude and cruel to all the people around you. You're too cold as September night. You go to every war and fight in the frontline, like your life has no meaningful and no worth. You're knocking at the death's door.
You pushed us away, yelled and throw things. There's a fear building within me, not from you but from completely losing yourself in order to forget her. That fear ignited that fire that burn us both.
That fear made me propose to a coldhearted Prince to let me in,not into his heart but in his life. That night, I promised you that I will be there with you 'till the end. Suggested you use me to make her regret. To use me until you forget her. I remembered saying, 'Don't worry about me. Just use me. I know my place and I won't never ask you to love me. So, marry me, Francis.'
Just let me love you. I said in the silence.
You didn't say a word but you just looked at me with no emotions.
I thought you wouldn't say 'yes' and as I turned around to leave.
'Why me?' You asked. 'All that's left is an empty shell.'
'A small part of you is more than enough, Francis.'
I maybe a princess of the greatest kingdom but with Francis, I was the poorest beggar.
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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...
