My sad lament
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the victims of the terrorist attacks on Paris November 13 2015.
Disclaimer: I don't own Reign or the real Mary's Poem.
In my sad, quiet song, a melancholy air, I shall look deep and long at loss beyond compare and with bitter tears, I'll pass my best years.
"Mary come to me, there may be not much time. Come lay beside me" Francis said. "I don't understand you were doing so much better," Mary said. "The physician said it can happen at the end," Francis said. "'The end' don't say that" Mary said. "One of God's small blessings Mary, you've done enough you fought so hard for me. All that's left now is to enjoy my final hours" Francis said. "We should call for Catherine" Mary said. "No, no I want my last hours to be in peace alone with you" Francis said. Mary smiled a little and lay down on the bed beside Francis. Francis wrapped his arms around her and Mary grabbed his arm. "I love you" Francis said "and I thank God for the time we've had." As he said this, a tear fell from Mary's right eye. They stayed that away until Francis started gasping and turned over onto his back. Mary turned over onto her left side "Is the pain terrible?" she asked. "Whisper to me our feature" Francis said, "I can't bear to think about a feature anymore, not without you" Mary said. "Then keep me in it" Francis said "tell me about our happy lives" "I wanted to give you children" Mary said, stroking his hand. Francis turned his head towards her. "Aren't they playing outside? Don't you hear them? " Francis asked. "Francis" Mary said "our lovely children, Anne and James" Francis continued. "Yes Anne and James" Mary said. "Anne takes after you Francis said with a smile. "She's so strong and beautiful. She's fast as lightening she, she never lets James win." "When they chase each other around the castle, that's right Anne always wins it's all they'll talk about at dinner. She wants your praise and after dinner, your usual game of catch with Anne, James will want your attention, too, with his reading" Mary said. "I'll have him work on it" Francis said. "You promise? Promise me, I mean it. Promise me you'll try." Mary leaned over and touched Francis face "One year of marriage, it isn't enough" she continued, "Fight Francis please" Francis reached up and touched her cheek. Mary touched his hand. "I will give you children," she said "don't give up on our dreams, on the life that we could have. " "It's such a beautiful dream," Francis said. He moaned as his head began to move away from her and then he stopped breathing and his hand fell from her face. "No, no Francis don't leave me. Not yet" Mary cried, as she shook him "not yet, come back to me, Francis! Francis come back to me! No, no, not yet!" She heard the door opened. "He's gone," she said as she got off the bed.
Author's Note: Then Delphine heals him and you know the rest.