Hello all I know it has been ages and I mean ages but I have been on holidays and really really busy so I am making it up by making this one extra long. Thanks for your reviews they mean sooooooo much. Really they do. So with out further or do enjoy...
WARNING THIS MAY BE UPSETTING AND DISRUPTIVE FOR SOME AUDIENCE AND STRONG LANGUAGE IS USED.
Francis POV:
"No, No STOP" they had her so far away and I couldn't reach her. " Mary, MARY" I was screaming. He had a knife against her throat and Mary had lost the will to live. Slowly slicing into her throat blood pouring from her neck. Tears raging down my face.
I love you she whispered. "MARY, NO TAKE ME STOP". All I could do is watch the love of my life slowly die. "MARY!" My lungs filled with cold air and a bead of sweat running down my face. It's was a dream, a nightmare. She was still out there alive,
I hope. I had searched and searched and yet everytime I come close to finding her, she was further away then I could imagine. I wouldn't stop though not until I found her. Never. I was going to find her... If it killed me.
Mary's POV:
I woke from a pain in my head and blinking the sleep from my eyes. I am Mary Queen of Scott's and France. I am Mary Queen of Scott's and France. I am Mary Queen of Scott's and France. I am Mary Queen of Scott's and France. I repeated
this like a chant over and over again. I am Mary Queen of Scott's and France. I blinked in and out for the past week, or what I thought. I haven't seen light ever since they came for me so knowing how long it's been its one hell of a challenge.
My life has been one hell of a challenge torture most days limited food. Slowly I know I am starving to death becoming more fragile every day. Death had shot a wave of relief as a way to stop the pain. Fighting the urge to continue this pain is hell
and back again. So exhausting. I'm too tired to carry on. Carry on. Forwards.
"Wake up Queenie we need to talk." He slapped my face so my face had yet another shade of bruise on it. I spat in his face as he bent down to talk. "How rude and I hoped you had learned some manners from French court". I did nothing but stare I had wondered
how he had got his scar and that I needed to be able to recognised it if I got out alive. If I got out at all. If...
"Now I need you to tell me how do I get in the castle in unnoticed ?" He asked. I didn't answer, not because I was stubborn but because I was too tired , too tired for anything. "Mary, Mary, Mary.." He sighed I knew what came next. "You need to lighten
up it will be your wedding day in 2 weeks time." Or so I didn't. Wait did he just say wedding day. My and Francis wedding anniversary isn't for some time I was getting re married but then Fracnis must have broken our marriage of. No he wouldn't do
that. So it means he's. Avoice in my head wobbled starting pouring out with tears. I was to dehydrated to cry but if I wasn't I would have been crying for France. He's dead. Francis is dead.
Francis POV:
She had to be here somewhere everywhere had been searched. I returned back for luncheon when I found myself in the infirmary looking for answers. Nostradamus. I had never believed in his visions, but I was getting desperate and needed answers. "Your majesty
it's a pleasure to have.." He started I suppose he didn't want to get on the bad side of me, last time he was nearly burned. "Please stop with the introductions, I need answers and I need them now, where is she?" I spoke firmly trying not to
sound to desperate. "I can't tell you exactly, my Lord I have no idea?" I looked at him with a deathly stare. "I have had visions but I don't know if theses should be brought up." I guess he was right to be wary. "Tell me these visions." "My lord
I saw her at a place unknown to her, yet a familiar face is the reason she is there, she's in pain, but refuses to let answers slip." "Answers?" I interrupted " she is being tortured." Tear pricking my eyes threatening to pour. " a trusted friend
wants to become the next King of France, Scotland and England. This is all I know, I'm sorry." I turned not thanking or disgracing him. A coup was rising and I know the man who wants France and has it in his birth right. I rushed to page Bash, we
were leaving for our oldest threat and boarder.
Mary POV:
Today was the day. The end. I was going to escape or die trying. I have no strength but I will get I though this. My writs are thinner now and so I can slip though the chains. I have eaten the little stale bread I have and began to stand. As quite as
I can be I start to look around for the window I had previously found. There was no way I was going to get married. Now Francis is dead no one will be trying to find me and Scotland will be demanding me. I had to get home, and leave the only place
I had ever found happiness in. Fitting in the gap though was easier then I had thought, I guess I had lost a lot of wait due to starvation. Surprising it lead to place I couldn't of recognised. No where in France, although they spoke French. People
all busying with their own little lives. Suddenly there was a scramble. "MARY!" People screaming my name. With out thinking my legs started running and my eyes looking for a place to hide. "MARY!" The voice screaming again. Suddenly my legs stopped
I urged to continue but fatigue over toke my body. I found a bit of glass on the floor. I wouldn't be taken not again, I would join Francis. "MARY! MARY STOP!" A warm voice spoke. One I had longed to of heard for the past few weeks. "My god it's really
you, Mary." I turned and dropped the glass. Francis...