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"Let me say what I need to say." Mary demanded softly brushing Francis's cheek.
Francis has always supported her as Queen and to be independent however when it came to her safety he couldn't stand the thought…so many thoughts of what could happen to her.
"Francis? Let me go." Mary whispered.
He did so reluctantly but stayed close and ordered the guards to stand down for their Queen. Mary knelt in front of the sobbing man; she was flooded with pity for him but then she remembered how many cuts lay upon her body; the scars. She understood the consequences of being leader but Mary would never be so harsh for no particular reason however she understood being deceived by her enemies, so Mary was torn between head and heart.
"I am so sorry my Queen." Aldrich looked into her eyes; Mary no longer saw the old man but a broken boy.
"I know you are." Mary gulped. "And I forgive you but I will never be at peace with you. You have scarred me physically but mentally the memories will always be there."
"I know and I am so sorry my Queen…Why do you forgive me though?" The man looked lost.
"Because you shall need it when you stand before God…also…you saved my marriage. You woke me up from a dark sleep and I am grateful to you but if it had been any other woman or man I wouldn't… You did wrong so you must suffer for it… I wish you peace." Mary turned away from the old man and sat back on her throne.
The man still knelt before her in awe. "You are a true saint, my Queen." He said with dignity.
"Yes she is and you don't deserve her pity! You are a sinner and you belong with the devil himself!" Francis spoke. "The way you intimidated my wife is unspeakable and inhumane… you shall be burnt to the stake at dawn." The King announced dismissively so then the whole meeting could be over.
The court room was silent; only Francis and Mary were sat in their thrones in shock to take in the events of the last 12 hours.
"You shouldn't be so kind Mary. Especially at court it makes you vulnerable." Francis said.
"You sound like my Mother." Mary scoffed.
"I only speak so strictly because I care. Mary…I do it because I love you I can't stand the sight of a man who has harmed you." Francis stood in front of her throne now with his hands out. "Join me for a stroll in the gardens."
Mary's hard Queenly face was softened by the girl she really was. "Of course."
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Bash had heard of the events in the court room; he wasn't able to attend for dutiful reasons however now he was looking for Kenna. As he strolled through the long stoned walls corridors he saw his beautiful wife sitting in a cushioned window however she was not alone. It seemed Kenna was deep in conversation with King Antoine. Kenna hadn't mentioned the King to him however he didn't know if that was good or bad?
"Kenna." Bash greeted.
"Bash!" Kenna smiled although was startled to see him here.
"Sebastian." King Antoine greeted. "Your wife speaks a lot of you; you're the King's Deputy, are you not?"
"Yes and his brother." Bash shake's Antoine's hand.
"Ah yes. The bastard brother; I have heard of you. It's good to finally meet you." Antoine spoke kindly but his eyes were as cold as death.
"Likewise." Bash spoke with the same witty tone.
"You must want to speak to lady Kenna, I shall leave you." King Antoine gave Kenna a side glance then left.
"What was that?" Bash asked as he sat beside his wife.
"What was what?" Kenna fiddled with the embroidery.
"Kenna, please tell me nothing adultery is happening between you and the King Antoine."
"Bash, don't be silly." Kenna reassured but didn't look Bash in the eye.
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Francis and Mary lay down on the grass in their little tree den; the held each other closely lovingly and no royal thoughts crossed their heads. It was only them in the moment.
"Francis?"
"Yes my love."
"How many children do you want?" Mary smirked at the idea.
"Well let's see…hmm as many as possible! As long as we are happy and they're happy that is all that matters." Francis kissed her head as Mary lent on his chest.
"When do we get started?" Mary looked into her husband's lustful eyes.
"Mary…you need to heal."
"Francis I only need you."
Their lips clashed deeply and passionately that even the birds above whistled their tune.
"You are not making this easy, are you?" Francis sighed.
"No and I don't plan on making it easier only harder…Tempting you day by day." Mary left his embrace and started to walk around; Francis's eyes never left her.
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