ingenuous-francis:
Sneaking out of Olivia’s chambers that morning hadn’t been easy. In fact, he was certain he hadn’t managed to slip away unnoticed. He could almost feel her eyes boring into the back of his head once he managed to pull all his clothes on without sparing her a glance. Usually, his conscience would get the best of him and he would put his partner’s needs before his own. But after what happened last night—uttering Mary’s name while he had Olivia in his arms—there was not much that could be said or done to comfort her after that, or for him to go on pretending he wasn’t ruled by his feelings for Mary. In any case, he was still determined to avoid the Scottish Queen. He might not be able to fool his heart, but he could still fool others around him; although it pained him to do so.
He was on his way to his bedroom when he came to a screeching halt. Mary. His eyes widened when he saw her standing by the window; she resembled a weeping angel. An unnatural sight. It was just his luck that he would run into the one person he didn’t wish to see. He raked a hand through his disheveled strands and straightened his shirt without realizing it was turned inside out. She doesn’t know you’re standing there. You can still leave. What would happen if he stayed? Would he take back everything he said the day before? I won’t risk it, he finally decided. Without acknowledging her presence, he continued his path towards his chambers, in hopes that by the time she turned away from the window, he would be long gone.
; { —- ♕ —- } Mary heard pacing, yet she did not bother to look. Maybe it was a servant, a guard, and she was in no mood to speak. Guilt was eating her inside-out and she was feeling dizzy, she'd felt dizzy since the start of the day and, although Lola had insisted on her staying in bed, went on with her day. Maybe she should've stayed under the covers that day... Barely eaten, with the stress of those days and the anguish and guilt eating her alive, she was obviously going to feel unsteady. She inhaled deeply, eyelids falling shut. It haunted her, how Francis had threatened both Bash and her, how he'd stated their marriage was purely politics, and then the rumors of him being with Olivia started. Of course he was going to go with her.
Mary seemed unable to do things right those days. Not so much for her country, because the alliance with France was stronger and they sent armies, but she could do nothing right regarding her feelings. It'd be alright one moment and then something would happen, come stumbling down to tear them apart once more.
The Just Mary.
The young Queen barely felt as she lost balance, as her hand poorly grasped for the wall and then her whole body limply hit the tiled ground, then her head. Everything faded to black in a matter of seconds.
