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Have the harsh fates ere now let such grief be felt, has a more cruel blow been by dame fortune dealt than, o my heart and my eyes! I see where his bier lies? In my springtime's gladness and flower of my young heart, I feel the deepest sadness of the most grievous hurt.

They looked at each other and smiled in relief. Suddenly Francis stopped smiling and his sword fell from his fingers. "Francis?" Mary asked. Francis fell to his knees then he fell to the ground. "Francis? Your head can you hear me?" Mary asked as she knelt next him and grabbed his head. Francis grabbed her wrist. "Your head can you hear me, can you hear me?" she asked again. She turned towards the guard that was running towards them. "The king has been injured get some help now!" she told him. Mary turned her attention back to Francis. "They're going to get the carriage, you're going to be alright and we're going to go back to the castle, you're going to be alright," she told him. Francis shook his head. "No I won't," he said. "Francis?" Mary asked. "We were meant to be happy and we were but I have another fate, predicted long ago," Francis said "No, no, no, no, no! We were given a second chance," Mary said. "Well, maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves" Francis said. "No, but Delphine" Mary began to say. "No more, no more, no more" Francis said shaking his head and Mary knew she couldn't deny it any more. Francis was dying and there was nothing that could be done. "Please make sure that my son is cared for and that he knows that I loved him and promise me that you'll stay in France until the future king is, until he is safe and my mother is secured as regent" Francis continued. Tears began to fall from Mary's eyes. "Francis, don't leave me. Please Francis, don't leave me " Mary pleaded. "Mary promise me," Francis gasped, "No don't" Mary said "Promise me, promise me you'll stay" Francis said. "I will, I will I promise, I promise" Mary said willing to do say do anything that would ease his mind. Francis eyes moved from hers towards the trees but without really seeing them. "I see such beauty," he said then his eyes focused back on hers. "Such beauty you have brought me" he said. Mary let out a small laugh. "You must, you must wed again. You must love again," Francis said. "I can't I will never love anyone the way I love you" Mary said. "I pray to God that you do" Francis said. Then his eyes slowly closed and he breathed no more. For a few seconds all Mary could do is let out choking noises. She didn't think there was any part of her heart left to break but when she saw Francis' eyes close and his chest still she felt her heart break all over again. "Francis!" she said as she laid her head on his chest. She occasionally kissed parts of his body as she wept bitterly. When no more tears would come she sat up and just sat there holding his hand and stroking it. She stayed that way even when Catherine arrived and walked over to her. "Mary" Catherine said touching her shoulder. "No I can't let him go" Mary said. Catherine knelt next to her. "That isn't Francis he's gone," Catherine said as she reached for her arm. "I can't let him go" Mary said. "Let go and hold onto me," Catherine said. She loosened Mary's fingers then put her arms around her as she let go of Francis hand and began to cry again. Mary held on to Catherine tightly as the guards, Bash and Nostradamus picked up Francis' body and carried it away. As she watched Mary felt as if they were carrying her heart away. In many ways they were. "No Francis" she said.

Nothing now my heart can fire but regret and desire. He who was my dearest already is my plight. The day that shone the clearest for me is darkest night. There is nothing now so fine that I need make it mine. Deep in my eyes and heart, a portrait has its place, which shows the world my hurt in the pallor of my face, pale as when violets fade, true love's becoming a shade in my unwonted pain I can no more be still rising time and again to drive away my ill.