The Confrontation

Mary's POV

I knocked on Francis's door.

"Come in," called a delicate French voice.

I hesitantly walked in and found Francis lying next to Olivia. They both had smug looks on their faces, and I could tell Francis didn't regret one second of it. Francis lifted his head up and stared me in the eye. He probably wasn't expecting me.

"Mary!" he screamed in shock. Tears started streaming down my face, and I quickly wiped them off. I was a queen. I can never show defeat or emotion. I spun on my heel and left.

"Mary! It's not what you think!" he repeated, louder so even the servants could hear him.

"Don't lie! It's exactly what I think! Who am I to stop you? Go ahead, I'll go enjoy then too! You keep me locked up all day, no fun, yet you have the audacity to fool around yourself! Don't talk to me ever again." I yelled, my voice shaking. I proceeded to slam the door and huff.