This will be my last letter to you, Francis. It's so hard to write this.
I thought we're happy. I really thought you're happy for our family. But hearing you said that you wish I am her kills me. You want her to be the mother of your children, not me. I really thought you started to care for me at least but when she's here, it was like I didn't exist in your lie. Oh! My foolish heart!
I gave up, Francis. I am sorry that I cannot keep my promise. But it feels like I have give my all. I was too drained that I cannot give love anymore, even to myself. I lose myself in loving you so much. The reality stabbed me all the time but I keep myself blinded. Now that I fully accepted that I can never replaced her. I will never be your Mary. That no one ever can take her place in your life and heart. That being with me is a hell for you. These realizations push me to give up and to move forward with my life without you.
I'm sorry I couldn't take care enough of our child. Losing our baby took a toll on me. I was empty and no will. I wish I could blame you for seeing her that night. I wish I didn't look you. Maybe the baby will still be alive.
My love for you is a poison. But I will never regret loving you with my all.
I am setting you free, Francis. I hope that one day, you will find a woman that you will love because I know that will never me and find woman that will love you more than I love you. I don't know what our future holds but I always pray for your safety and happiness.
Au Revoir, Mon Amour.
Elizabeth Tudor
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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...
