Hey guys this chapter was really difficult for me. I couldn't get more than a few lines down till I started listening to 'Come what may' by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman from the movie Moulin Rouge on repeat! I have no clue why but thought I'd tell ya my inspiration.

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I sighed playing with the daisies making a flower crown. I have been home for over two months now and I think I will surely die of boredom.

"Margaret you're getting your dress filthy" my mother scolds me.

I sigh still playing with my flowers.

"Well mother it is too late to change that" I point out softly. "So I presume that continuing will not cause any more damage" I tell her.

"You are a brat, your father has made you a brat" she claimed under her breath.

"Mother I just want to play!" I explain. "May I, please?"

"No upstairs to your room clean all this dirt off of you and changed into a clean dress, Margaret"

I obeyed. I marched to my room stripping from my old dress as I pulled my arms out harshly the buttons ripped some fall to the ground around me. I held back my sobs as I dressed myself in a simple white grown and placed my daisies in my hair. Life has been quiet beside my mother consent nagging, once the quiet was my home it was peaceful but now it is not the same, perhaps I have become a loud girl but I never did much enjoy the parties and I never fancied myself a gossip.

I had two friends, Anne another Lady quieter than I, and Suzanna my maid. Suzanna is still with me and I write to Anne but it seems I am restless here and I do not understand as to why? I fall to my bed wondering what could be done however, nothing comes to mind.

I close my eyes feeling so cold nothing to warm me here. I try as hard as I could but I lost the battle my mind was fighting to not think of Henry. His beautiful face flashed in my mind, my mind remembers his smile perfectly and the way his eyes would soften when he looked to me.

Why do I always think of him, why can he not leave me mind? Will I love him forever? Could I ever forget him? Could I ever forgive him? I think I do, I have forgiven him; I just do not need him. I am living perhaps a boring life but I am living it fine on my own without him. Will I ever regret not choosing him? Yes, I knew the answer to that; I would have regretted my choice no matter what. I already knew that, that is why I choose the safe way of life, with him there could be pain and no trust and what is love without trust? Nothing, nothing to me.

I battered my eyes open seeing my room; however it just felt like a room not my room and I can live with that. I rose from my bed tired of him always in my thoughts.

"Lady Margaret" Suzanna entered my room.

I turn to look at here waiting for what she has to say.

"Your mother has requested you join her outside for tea"

I have already made mother mad I will not refuses tea, to do so would be to bring hell upon myself.

I simple nod and walk out of the room to the porch mother always has her tea on.

I arrive to see the tea set up beautifully, white lace and grandmother's tea set out which is rare. As I walk out I see my mother talking to a gentleman, well looking.

"I'm terribly sorry" mother says to the young man.

I narrow my eyes trying to understand what is going on but also smile being polite.

"Sir Louis this is my daughter, Margaret" she greeted me to him.

I curtsy. He bowed.

"It's a pleasure, Sir"

"Oh, Margaret will you keep Sir Louis, company as I try to find your father" mother asks of me.

"Of course" I answer.

From that day on Sir Louis has visited me every day sometimes bring gifts for me as well. I haven't minded his company he is enjoyable and not hard to look at, but something didn't feel right in the pit of my stomach however, I ignored that feeling. For once I felt like I could move on from Henry from my foolish choices I made when I was child, I felt as if I can move on with Louis… until June when all that changed.

June 18th 1538

I had stolen Sir Louis heart and I knew it. Forever, he is a man that will stay true to the promise of forever.

I laugh with many other girls enjoying the picnic party my mother has put together.

"Lady Margaret" Louis called to me.

I turned smiling large just from simply loving this day.

"Sir Louis" I greet and curtsy.

He bowed and took my hand placing a kiss upon it. It was sweet but it did not move my heart.

"Come with me?" He asks.

I went. My hand was loped in his properly as he led me and I followed.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I ask.

"Yes I am" He grins. "And you my Lady?"

"I am having the time of my life!" I claim.

We found ourselves off a little from the party behind a tree. Louis placed a sweet kiss on my cheek near my lips, then another one upon my lips. I return the sweet kiss that only lasted a few seconds.

"I wanted to tell you something" he says.

"Anything" I smile looking up to him.

He took a deep breath in before continuing.

"I love you" he tells me.

My world didn't crumble, my knees didn't weaken, and my heart didn't long for him. I was stunned but my world didn't stop spinning nor did it spin faster. Where is the love? I wonder. And then my mind wondered back to where it always go in the dead of the night… Henry.

"I love you too" I lie.

I placed a sweet kiss on his lips interlocking our arms again.

"Let return before they notice us missing" I tell him.

And we returned to the party however, my mood was spoiled I hid it well though. After so many months Henry came back into my mind, I know I think of him late at night every night but I had stopped picturing his face during the day.

I have chosen my future long ago when I left Henry, and I knew I may never feel the way I did with him and I still chose to leave, but now faced with love well the lack of it I feel regret from the deepest part of my heart.

Louis is kind and attractive, sweet; he treats me with only kind words and yet I do not love him, why? If I would have meet him before Henry I would have had a better life, Louis is everything I always did dream of everything I wanted Henry to be and yet, nothing.

He's words did not move me, his smile did not charm me, he does not make my heart flutter. Yet he is safe and I know I will never worry in his arms if they held another. Is that not love?

What is love?

Will I ever know?

Will I ever know true love?

Some go there whole life never knowing, but I think I knew it and it did not last.

When the clock rang in the midnight, the second day of knowing Henry was the day it was born, true love. True love was the moment in Henry's arms when there were no others that day after we meant and he told me he loved me. That was true love but it did not last, the moment the clock rang midnight after we claimed love was the day our love died. One perfect day that has spoiled every other day in my life has ruined any love I could ever have and I wish I could rid myself of that day, rid myself of Henry.

If I never knew his love I would know how to love Louis, the man I know to keep me safe. And is that not love? I still question because no matter what I think I do not know. I do not know what love is worth, heartbreak, or never knowing passion again.

Passionate Henry or trustful Louis? What is love?

Alrighty, so I don't really wanna stop here however I'm ready for dinner and I really wanna get this chapter up so this is where I'm stopping. If I'm still up to it I'll start writing chapter 11 after dinner.

And sorry if I skipped over to much but I tried writing Louis and just couldn't seem to finish so I skipped and actually finished the chapter LOL

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