{ in time ;; mary }
âtheir last encounter had come to an end somewhat abruptly; interrupted by urgent matters to tend to while they hadnât even begun speaking in depth yet. for the better, as it turned out, for he would have hated to leave a conversation such as this unfinished. though, he could admit to himself alone, that it saved him some trouble, given that he had not been fortunate to cease the chance to utter a response to her words and revelations. in all honesty, the matter left him a tad perplexed still. was she being honest or just desperate? he hated how distrustful of people he was being, something heâd always had, but even more so since he was crowned King of France. and he was aware that perhaps he was being unfair to her and the truthfulness of her intentions, but he should not be entirely held accountable for it; it was mainly her constant speaking of her deceased husband, even when she herself brought up a matter such as this. the mentions of how she loved, loves and will continue to love him came in absolute contradiction to her proclamation of love to him. how can she possibly love them both? It made him wonder and left him confused. angry to himself that she had gotten so under his skin; that he loved her. yes, it is something that he has never admitted out loud and very recently allowed himself to think of it, too, but it cannot be denied. she might be the wrong person, but he has fallen for her for better or for worse and he cannot forsake the feeling that he will be making a mistake if he lets her walk away without them having a decent conversation first, thorough and in depth.
he toys with what little wine is still left in his goblet, leaned back against the velvety fabric of the chair, his eyes remained fixed on the rich red liquor. being on his third glass, his nerves were not feeling any more numb than they did before he started drinking; she was late, but he knew that she was going to come, she would show up. and he would wait, like he had done before, like he did when she disappeared after Francisâ death. he brings the goblet to his lips when the door opens, eyes immediately shifting to look over at that directions, and subconsciously he shifts in his seat, sitting up straighter now. it could be anyone, but he wanted it to be her; he wanted to get this over with but he also wanted to see her again since they had seen so little of one another after that evening; him being constantly surrounded by people, preoccupied with all the troubles of the French country, and France in general. and aside of having not had the chance to steal a moment with her, it also didnât help that gossip surrounded her and the numerous men that had extended an invitation to her for an ally; which meant a marriage and therefore her leaving the French court once and for good. the thought makes him wince, quietly, but the sound of footsteps demands his attention and still he remains, lowering his goblet to the table.
mary stuart was never known to be one that left others waiting, and even though she had been tought that a true queen was never late, and that the rest of the world was simply early, the young queen never obeyed such selfish morales. all it was do her was some ridiculous lesson catherine had tried to hammer into her mind when she was much younger. mary had always had a mind of her own, and she never let negative sources effect her independent thoughts. as much as catherine clawed, mary never broke.
earlier that afternoon, she had found time to sit down and discuss an awkward and difficult situation with the new king of france. and without much of a response from charles, she had been very quickly pulled from her personal life and back into court as another political issue took presidence over her personal relationships. it was one of the many burdens of behind queen, and it was truly a challenge managing scotland from another country. but, her country always came before her. no matter what. and that would never change.
what had been dramatized as an âurgent matterâ wasnât anything more than a minor error in one of her trade agreements. it took far too long to correct, and her small council at court tended to overthink everything. she appreciated their dedication, but it tended to be rather annoying comprehending information on a different level than them.
the now-nervous-woman finally found her way to the kingâs chambers, soft footsteps sounding up to the front of the door before she pulled on the handle to let herself in. mary could feel her heart race as she stepped into the room, nothing but the sound of her raging pulse filled her ears. their last encounter had been rather nerve-wracking, and all of the anxiety was suddenly returning to her.
she shifted to make herself comfortable before meeting his gaze, parting her lips to speak. âi apologize for leaving so abruptly..you wanted to speak?â mary said, her voice ratgwe quieter than usual.
she feared what he might have to say, but at the same time, there was hope in her heart that his words might not be so bad. at least now she would find out.
















