Chapter 10 - Wedding
Mary POV
Mary stared at herself from top to bottom in the mirror, her ladies had told her she looked beautiful but she still felt something was missing. Pope Clement had delivered the annulment papers and they sat at her desk, her wedding was in a matter of hours and she still stared at the papers. She had to sign them. She had to end their marriage. She picked up her quill and read the agreement over and over, once the annulment papers were delivered to the pope her marriage would be officially over, she scribbled her name on the line and stared, she wanted nothing more than to just rip up the document and throw it in to the fire and run in to Francis's arms, but she stopped as she knew Francis's arms were no longer open to her. Her ladies had insisted on coming in early, and by the time she was ready, she still had 45 minutes before she would be escorted to the garden, she was ready make up, hair and dress done. She wished she had waited to have this done, as she was now faced with the challenge of delivering the papers to Francis. She had asked that she be the one who did it, so that she could say goodbye. She rose from her chair and walked to his guest chambers, and knocked on the door.
Francis POV
He was trying to prepare himself for the day when Mary strode in to his chambers to deliver the annulment. "Here, are the papers. You ah just need to sign on the dotted line." Mary had said slowly "ok" he had replied, "then it's all over?" He asked "yes… Then it's all over," she had whispered in response. "Seems strange doesn't it, that our entire marriage is just over, with a flick of a pen." He looked up at her "It feels to easy." She replied, "Yes, well this defiantly isn't easy" he looked back at the papers in his hand. Mary was suddenly angry that he was sad "you were the one that ended it, I just finished it off" she said to him becoming outraged "did you ever think that maybe there was something else going on, something that made me push you away, so that you would be safe!" He shouldn't have said that but he was overcome with emotion. "If that's true tell me. Tell me Francis. Share your secrets and burdens" she replied, "I can't" he turned and faced the floor. "What is it Francis, just tell me, nothing you say can put me in any more agony than I am in now" she put her finger on his chin and lifted it up to face her "just tell me" it was almost a whisper. He didn't know what he was dong but before he knew it he kissed, her not a hard kiss, just soft and filled with longing, she returned the kiss and put her hands in his hair. He took in her familiar scent. All to soon Mary pulled away "I can't do this Francis, not if you won't be honest with me" She turned to leave and had her hand on the knob when he said "Mary" she turned around and faced him "you look beautiful, by the way" she turned to the door and pulled the door open and left, leaving behind a devasted Francis.
He watched her leave. He watched her walk out of his life forever. He sat at his study staring at the annulment papers, for half an hour and thought of all the choices that had led him to this. Mid thought a man ran through in to his chambers. "King Francis, I have just received urgent word from your brother, urging me to inform you that Lord Narcisse is dead." Spoke the man "oh my god, this changes everything, oh my god Mary," Francis rushed to her chambers, and knocked on the door but there was no reply, he noticed a servant walking by "excuse me, where is the queen?" he asked "the queen, your grace? Why, she is on her way to the chapel, for the royal wedding, of course." "How long ago, did she leave?" he commanded, "15 minutes your grace, she shall be arriving in 10 minutes" She replied. Francis ran to the stables and jumped on a horse and prayed he wasn't to late
Mary POV
She sat in the carriage with flowers in her hand. She twisted the ring on her finger as she looked out the carriage window, thinking about Francis. They would be arriving soon. She thought of her wedding to Francis, and now Edward. She thought of the day that led to their nuptials. She felt a tear reach her eye and pushed it away, she would not cry over him, not on her wedding day. "Mary? Are you alright?" asked Kenna, "It isn't too late to stop this." Lola chimed in "no, I'm fine, just thinking of Francis. "Mary, I know you loved him, but you have to forget about him, prepare for your future with Edward, some day you will be the queen of Nigeria and Scotland and perhaps even England, Francis is a fool for giving you up" Greer placed her hand on her cheek "thank you Greer you are right" she smiled at her friends and continued to stare out the window. She couldn't stop thinking about what Francis had said, about how everything he did; he did for her, what could possibly be so bad, that he was willing to end their relationship. She was cut off mid thought, when the carriage pulled to a halt. Her face fell as she stepped out of the carriage, the chapel reminded her too much of her and Francis's marriage. She strode to the doors, and her ladies gathered in front of her. "It's going to be ok" smiled Lola, she returned the smile but didn't return the thought. The music began playing and her ladies walked down the aisle, she quickly followed suit, she looked at the man she was marrying and smiled, he was handsome and strong and he was kind, but he wasn't Francis.
Francis POV
He raced through the woods and found the chapel, the doors were shut. Oh god was he too late, he jumped from the horse and ran in to the church. Everyone stared at him in bewilderment and shock, he knew he only had a few moments before the guards hurled him away so he found her eyes and he locked on them. "I love you Mary, I always have an always will, please, please don't do this, you belong in France with me. I love you, and I know you love me. I am sorry for not trusting you and cutting you out of decisions that effected our nation, France is yours and mine, I may be the king but you are its true ruler, everything I said and everything I did was to protect you, if you'll just let me explain, but none of that matters now, it is all gone, please don't give up on France, please…don't give up on me." He said the last bit softer, and watched the crowd murmur in amazement, had they ever seen anything like it, a king of a nation running in to stop a wedding. His eyes never left hers, and she stared at him in amazement, shock and bewilderment.
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