"-she didn't react well, but I suppose I can't be that surprised now, can I? Although I never treated her as a husband should a wife, that was still what she was. I don't say that to hurt you, my darling, but-"
"No, I understand." the sister of King James the sixth of Scotland states, gently passing him a teacup and saucer full of hot liquid of deep violet. She pulls her silver satin gown closer to her, pressing the underside to the back of her thigh as she sits in front of her King in the darkened room, lit only by candles and the fireplace. "I'm not jealous of the time you two had to spend together, nor was I ever threatened by her. Because you looked at me, and only me." she affirms. He smiles softly at her. "Although I hate the fact she was the one who you met at the end of the isle, I can't hate her. She may be a spiteful shrew, but she had good reason to. I mean, I slept with her husband all throughout your marriage and bore you two sons during that time."
"I'm a King, I have a mistress. It's the given way." Francis shrugs, taking a sip of his hot tea. "It was unreasonable of me to expect her to endure our love while she sat next to me, but I only bow to you now, do you understand?" Francis leans foreword and takes her hand. "Lola has always meant nothing to me, nor has any other woman. I fell regret for the way she suffered at our hand, but that is over now, darling. The Pope annauled our marriage, and I am with you now. The betrothal contract is already being signed by your brother, and our son's will soon follow."
"I'm glad to hear it." Mary whispers. She brings his knuckles to her lips and presses a soft kiss. "I love you, more than almost anybody."
"Almost?" he raises a brow. "Do I have to rethink my desicion?" he chuckles.
Mary smiles. "Our boys will always be at the top of my list, even if a crown is on top of my head. Just as France must come first for you. However, you are the only one I will ever see, ever love."
Francis rubs his thumb over her knuckles. He pulls her closer with the slightest tug, and she obeys wordlessly, sitting atop his lap as he comes in closer, pressing his mouth to hers in another passionate tangle. He's insatiable when it comes to this woman, he can never get enough of her.
"Mmm, darling," Mary mutters after he's had her pinned to the settee for a few minutes. "as much as I love you, and this, it's time to feed the babies." she states, pushing him off of her for a moment.
"Damned temptress," he mutters, fixing himself. She smirks at him.
"Only for you."
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You Are My Light Part II
Historical Fiction-Reign Oneshots/Taking Requests- The world can be dark, Mary, and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light. Part 2! -Read TEML first!-
