louis still thought about her sometimes.
mary stuart,
queen of scots.
she had taken his heart, turned around, and smashed it.
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"i once told you that my heart was all i have to give."
he should have listened to her the first time.
or the time after that.
or the time after th-
well, you get it.
why didn't he?
~:~
because her heart was more than enough for him,
but in the end he didn't have that.
just some dusty memories of a fleeting affair,
and a scar where the knife had gone in.
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maybe it wasn't even that he wanted her to be with him.
maybe it was more that he wanted her
to want to be with him.
but she had chosen francis.
thanks, mary,
he thought bitterly,
hardly for the first time that day,
and downed the amber liquid in his glass
once again.