She had been a Stuart.
Then she became a Rowe.
Next, she was a Buchanan.
Later she turned into a Jameson.
Once she was even a McQueen.

He had been a Valois-Angoulême.
Then he became a Duval.
Next, he was a De La Fontaine.
Later he had turned into a Harriot.
Once, he was even a Leroy.

She had been a queen.
Then she became a lady.
Next, she was a wife.
Later she was turned into a mother.
Once she was even a corpse.

He had been a King.
Then he became a duke.
Next, he was a husband.
Later he was turned into a father.
Once he had even been a widower.

They had been soulmates.
Then, they had become death.
Next, they were depressed.
Later they were turned into the cursed.
Once they had even been Romeo and Juliet.

It was only now, in this day and age, where they had found each other.
It was only now, in this day and age, that they had become soulmates again.
It was only now, in this day and age, where they could wed each other and stay wed.
It was only now, in this day and age, that they had become parents to each other's children.
It was only now, in this day and age, where they could be fully in love with each other without problem.

But they were always Mary and Francis. They would always just be Mary and Francis.