(Quick AN, I'm not gonna cover the forced kisses or the sad conversation afterwards like the last fix it I did. So, that happened. As a Frary shipper, I physically can't do it. So we're only covering a little bit of it before I try and fix it up to make it less painful for Frary shippers. Okay? Now, let's get onto the fic.)
"Is that what you wanted to hear?" Mary snapped, unable to help it. Her resolve had weakened, there was no more restraint in her words. She had simply given up. On him, on them on her most of all. "I don't know if I can love anyone again, but I know I can't keep living like this." she shook her head. His lips parted in a breath. She didn't let him talk. "A queen but not a queen. A wife but not a wife." she said. This plan was ridiculous and it wasn't helping anybody.
"Then be my wife!" the King cried out desperately. It was such a strange sight, having the King be the more submissive one and the Queen the more dominating one. But Francis de Valois seemed rather willing to beg if it got him what he needed most in the world. "Be my wife, my Queen! Stop leaning towards a man who is clearly trying to seduce you and focus on recovery from the rape!"
"How?!" she cried out. "How can I?!" she cried out. "Too much has happened between us, I don't know what to do about it! Bash, Lola, John, Conde! Just ruling, it's too much, Francis! I can't do it!"
"You have to! Neither of us have choices in this matter! We have to resolve things, Mary!"
"How?!" she snapped. "How?" she repeated, her heart beating wildly, her breath increased tenfold as she looked at the furious, desperate man in front of her. "How can I? How can I be your wife, your Queen? There is so much between us! I can't handle it any more!"
"Too much that you blame me for-" he scoffed. "I did not rape you, Mary! I did not pin you to the ground and harm you! Yes, my actions lead to what happened. I know that." he spat. "But you have to know that I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted you to be harmed in all of this. The reason I did what I did was so I could protect you from my father!" he snapped. "You know what he was going to do if I didn't take matters into my own hands!"
"And did it work?!" she snapped back. "Did it work, Francis? No, all it did was give a nobleman more power! A nobleman you didn't even kill for me. You could've! You could have stopped all of this from happening! You could have killed him after he knew! After you were tricked into telling him!"
"I know that!" he snapped. "I know that! You think I don't? I would have given anything to make sure that didn't happen to you, Mary. But I can't change it!" he huffed. "Narciesse is responsible."
"Severin is responsible. And I burned him alive." Mary stated, walking away from him as if it would equal walking away from those horrible memories.
"And why did Narciesse get so consumed with revenge, so much so to try and bring regeside charges towards me? Hmm? I remember, because you killed his son! If you had just waited or arrested him, we wouldn't have had to deal with Narciesse because he wouldn't have been a problem!"
"Because I was angry!" Mary yelled, turning back towards him. "I wasn't even France's true ruler, and yet I was suddenly left with the weight of a country dying with plague! And why was I, Francis? Why was I left to rule France as she withered with plague? Oh, I remember. Because you ran away from being King to save that harlot and your bastard son!" Mary screamed. "You abandoned me in favour of another woman! You broke my heart over and over because of duty, swore to Catherine that you'd never put any love ahead of the love for France! But the day you become King, you run away from your responsibilities as King, running straight into a plague infested village just to save somebody who didn't even want you to have anything to do with the child in the first place!" she shrieked. "You abandoned me to a nightmare! He murdered an entire family, children, Francis! Children were murdered! On my first day as Queen, my anger took over! I wasn't even their true ruler, we thought for a time you were dead! And you could have died! You could have ruined a decade of planning for a royal marriage with just one foolish choice! So many more could have died because of your choice! And you blame me!" she shrieked.
