His father has lost his mind, his wife is away and he isn't feeling well because of his ear, things can't possibly get any worse, that's what Francis thought, but apparently his wrong. Just this morning, his father informed him of his crazy plan to take back Calais. It wasn't even a plan to begin with, his father already deployed soldiers to surround Calais and Francis knew it is too late to stop this war but he also knows that he can still do something to rectify his father's mistake. Although it pains him to do it, he informed Mary that it may take months before he can follow her to Scotland.
My dear Mary,
How are things there in Scotland? But most importantly, how are you, my wife? I know you how you dislike political meetings with your advisers, I would have loved to see your annoyed face while they rant trivial things about the state. I wish I was there to keep you entertained the same way you kept me entertained here in French court, you were there for me when I needed you and I know it's not fair for you to be alone in Scotland now. You know it very much that I would do anything to be with you, but I must inform you that I will be going to Calais next morning, at the time that you receive this letter, I'm already on my way there. It all happened so quickly that even I couldn't stop it from happening, my father already ordered soldiers to go there and thousands of lives will be lost if I didn't go there at once.
I can almost picture your face while reading this, I know that you miss me Mary, believe me, I do. And I miss you too more than you could ever imagine, I often wake up in the middle of the night only to realize that you aren't here by my side, I miss your eyes, your smile, your face, your smell, I miss all of you, remembering the moments we shared together is the only thing that gets me through the day. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you, promise me you'll wait for me, no matter how long.
Love,
Francis
Francis didn't bother to mention to Mary the piercing pain in his ear, he doesn't want his wife to be worried by such little things, he just wish that the distance between them will not break their marriage, he'll have to die first before he let that happen.
Francis has just sent the letter to Mary when he received another letter from his wife, he doesn't know why but he's quite sure this letter isn't bearing any good news.
My dear Francis,
It's been a month now and you still aren't here, I long for you, I don't want to sound selfish but is it bad for me to wish that you should just drop everything there and come to me?
I can't help but to feel alone here, surely your mother can manage things in France for a short period of time, I can't go back there now, and even if I want to, my advisers won't allow me. They say that Scotland needs their queen now more than ever, we are just beginning to stabilize the rule here, if I leave now, things would go stumbling back down, that's why I need you here. My advisers told me that my people, our people needs to see France and Scotland as allies, and what better way to prove that than you coming here and meeting Scottish communities, that way, they'll see for themselves that our marriage is a symbol of friendship of our two countries.
Come here Francis, Scotland needs you, I need you.
Love,
Mary
Francis folds the paper weakly; he can't help but imagine Mary's disappointment when she receives the letter he just sent. He feels awful for letting his wife down, letting her country down; his father couldn't have picked a better time to attack Calais, if only he received Mary's letter sooner, he would have traveled to Scotland right away, but what of the French soldiers whose blood would be spilled? He has to admit that he too is being selfish for wanting to rush into his wife's side, but what's done is done, he has made his decision, he's traveling to Calais and that's final.