Life With Him and After Him

by frieshen

We all know by now that our beloved king Francis has died. What happened the hours before his death? the Peace accord? the woods? His discussion about the prophecy with his Mother...Catherine? Mary's thoughts...their cute fluffy conversations What happened to Mary after his death? what was the grieving process like for her when she as alone? her thoughts her wishes?

1. The Revival

Chapter 1

I stand in the church in the undergrounds of French Court. "I can't believe he's well and alive" I mutter to myself as I light the candles surrounding the religious statue displayed and looking down upon me. It was just hours ago that my beloved Francis lay dying next to me as I whisper our hopeful wishes of our future which never intended to happen, until Bash and Charles brought to save him at the last moment. Here I stand in the church praying for my mother, Marie De Guise who passed hours after Francis was revived…..Delphine mentioned that in order to save one beloved, you must sacrifice another. Even though, I despised my mother and her harsh commands about giving France an heir and how little she cared for me after I was sent away to the convent, she is still my mother even if she never acted like one and I shall respect her by praying that she is at peace. Last time I laid eyes on her, she was sickly and very cruel. She pushed me to produce an heir with Francis which at the time could not happen due to the Protestant attack on the castle, Francis and I were barely even speaking, let alone having any sort of interaction physically due to my hesitantance of being touched after they attacked me. I fought with her and told her why i couldn't do my duty and of course, she didn't care about my well being. Several hours later, she explained to me that she had a pain in her lungs and that the Scotish court physicians found a lump making it hard for her to breathe and to merely survive. She explained that the physician had given her herbs which helped with the pain but, assured her that her time on this earth were limited.

As my thoughts about my mother and Francis envelope me. Francis is staring at me from afar, Looking up at him as I'm lighting the very last candle.

"It was merely weeks ago, that we were here praying for some miracle that i would survive my illness" He stated.

"Perhaps the angels listened when i begged them to spare you because here you are,looking healthy as ever!" I replied…..

He keeps staring and staring looking at me with love and sorrow in his eyes as i stare back utterly confused at what he must be thinking…..

"My love, I'm sorry for your loss" He finally said.

" I know she wasn't the best mother, but I see her in you everyday and for that I'm thankful."

I looked at him with tears stinging my eyes…..I thought i was going to cry but, nothing fell