Francis, my coldhearted prince.
These past months passed like a blur. I woke up one day and it's our wedding day. The only thing in my mind is our exchange vows and 'I do's. My heart is full of happiness but at the back of my mind, it's saying I was foolish to beg for you, that I am making the biggest mistake of my life. How can I gamble everything, my heart & my life, knowing that I will lose at the end? But I was desperate for your love, all I need is a little bit.
I will never forget this day. This is the day that will tie you to me forever. I remembered your gorgeous face but mostly your cold and empty eyes. I almost run away from seeing it. I know that day for your is the opposite of mine, it is forgettable and nothing. But at the end, I stand in my feet and give you the sweetest smile.
This day is not only our wedding but our first night together as husband and wife. I was trembling with fear that I am not enough for you, that I am not beautiful as Mary. But that night, you made me your own and it feels like I'm in oblivion as you caress and touch me.
I so much love you, Francis. I will stay by your side until I die.
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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...
