Letters To My Betrothed

EPILOGUE

8th of August 1553
Zurich, Switzerland

2 years had passed since the most tragic happened to Elizabeth.  She lost her baby, husband and herself.  She was an empty shell.

She leave France after writing her goodbye letter to Francis. She left all the letters so Francis knows what she felt and what happened.

She stayed on a bungalow that she bought with an amazing view. On the first month, she's always looking at the door,hoping in the deep of her heart that Francis will burst at the door,hug her and bring her back to France where she belongs.  But her heart never learned.  She should have known all this time when it comes to Francis, she's nothing.

She thrives in life in Zurich and live simply.  She writes letter to her mother and father to let them know she's safe.  She's happy because she found a neighborhood who treat her like a family. They didn't know that their beautiful Elizabeth is the princess of England and Queen of France.

Elizabeth is now a famous writer in Europe under alias named lostsoul.  She's happy where she is and with her work.  Yes, it doesn't pay much but she was able to expess all her feelings and emotions through writing.

A lot of noblemen, Viscount and Duke are vying for her hands in marriage but she knows deep in her heart, she's not ready.  She didn't even know if Francis annulled their marriage.

She's not totally healed from what happened 2 years ago but she's in better now. All she wish is peace in her heart and she's enjoying it.

Elizabeth decided to go to 'Thousand Roses Cafe' where she buys her favorite tea and cinnamon bread.  That place is beautiful due the garden surrounding it.

She ordered on the counter and sit on one of the high chair.  She took a book from her bag and read as she wait for her order.

After 15 mins, there's someone sat beside her.  She was distracted by it and smell the familiar perfume which makes her heart beats abnormally.

'No.  It's impossible.  He doesn't know where I.  I am not ready to see him.  I will never be.'

"Hi! What can I get for you?" Lisa, a 40 year old owner of the cafe, asked the man besides me.

"I'll have a black coffee and french bread." A baritone voice answer.

Elizabeth shallowed deeply, she wanted to run away but she was frozen.  She can feel his stare, it was intense one.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth can smell the brewed coffee, his favorite.

"Here's your order, young man. Are you a tourist? I never saw you around here and this town is small.

He chuckled. "No, I am not in vacation or living here.  But I believe my wife is living around here."

Elizabeth wanted to melt as she felt his hot gaze on her. Her heart is beating faster and her hands are sweating.

'What he's doing here?'

"Oh! Shame! I thought you're single."

"I am not.  I'm already married to my beautiful wife for 3 years."

"Where is she?"

"Hiding from me."

"Oh.  I'm sure you did something very big to hurt her."

"Yes, I did.  I hurt her so much when all she does is to give all her love."

Elizabeth was trembling.  She didn't know why.