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       A faint smile paints itself across the features of the young King, his eyes sparkling with joy as he walks through the castle gardens. Spring had to be his favorite season; one filled with rebirth and new growth, an opportunity for a new beginning. How he yearned for such a thing for himself, to throw away all his past mistakes and exchange them for successes - though he was aware that such failures had shaped him into the man he was that day, yet, he could not help but wish for a new start. Perhaps it was a childish dream to harbor within his chest, but after all that he had gone through, he thought it was fair to grip to such a hope. 

       The scent of perfume fills the space around him as he admires the pond before him, his hands folded behind his back, his head tilting upwards to better prepare him to greet the woman approaching him. Lola, the girl with sunshine in her cheeks and stars in her eyes, speaking to him of the simplistic beauty of the weather. A wonder, he truly thought her to be. Despite not harboring many romantic feelings for the girl, the two had grown together as friends in the past months, thus she was someone he valued greatly. 

       ❝ It seems you are not the only one who can appreciate a beautiful day... It also seems I am not alone in needing an escape from court, or have I guessed incorrectly?❞ He finishes his sentence with a smile still present on his lips, his body turning to face her to show his interest in their exchange, he would never want her to believe he was only awarding her partial attention. 

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   Spring had come unexpectedly fast to France, but not to anyone’s dismay. It had been a harsh winter, and the country had begun to worry that they would not have a crop to make it through the year. Spring coming early had been quite the miracle for the country of France, and a miracle to Lola’s senses. Being cooped up inside all winter had really begun to get to her, and she was more than relieved when she was finally able to go outside into the fresh, fragrant air.     The sound of birds chirping was music to Lola’s ears, the smell of the flowers awakening her senses as she walked at a leisurely pace through the gardens. She wasn’t alone, of course. It seemed as if everyone at French court had the same idea, even a familiar, golden-locked figure she found standing near the pond.      ❝I see I’m not the only one who is enjoying the weather,❞ the lady spoke as she approached him, a radiant smile on her lips that made her face practically glow.

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“I believe that is how love works, how successful marriages work. We stand beside each other through  it all and will always end up together in the end,” Mary told her husband, reaching and stroking his scruff covered cheeks and gazing into his intensely blue eyes. 

       How soft her delicate fingers feel against the scruff of his cheek, his head promptly tilting into her touch, hungry to consume every ounce of warmth she is offering him. He is aware that their time is limited, desperate to savor every second they have together so that he might have something sweet to remember when his time does eventually approach. A smile crosses his features, his eyelids fluttering shut in complete and utter bliss, lips parting to release a small puff of air; he is so filled to the brim with love and contentment that he can hardly stand it, his heart beating so quickly he thought it might be his demise. 

       ❝ How lucky I am that you have decided to share such a bond with me... My dear Mary, I absolutely adore you.❞ His words are genuine, slipping from his tongue as though they always rested at the tip, always prepared to reassure her that his heart rested in her hands. His face pulls away from her touch, his hand moving to grip hers in his, his smile only growing as he takes in her familiar features. She is his word, his reason for living, the light that guided him in the darkest of nights; she is truly his greatest love. 

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          ❝ —-so i’ve noticed.❞

it wouldn’t take Mary much thought to notice how distant they had grown as of recently, and sometimes a pain stung her in the gut with the thought that perhaps Francis’ disgruntling over her short affair with the Bourbon prince was coming back afloat which  no matter how much it haunted her, she couldn’t blame him for it as Mary herself could feel herself growing bitter about what once happened with lady Lola —-having to accept the fact that perhaps his only children wasn’t going to be with her, the queen of france and scotland wasn’t getting any younger and time was not merciful in those aspects of life.

she tilted her head, admiring for a brief moment the gleam that seemed to emanate from the Valois king, if one was lucky enough to be close to him and get on his good side the pureness of his soul could reflect onto his almost angelic appearance, a trait Mary could assume that Catherine was fondly proud of —-how could the people of france not love a cherub looking - almost too good to be true- ruler?

         ❝ perhaps i could offer you help with whatever it is that has you so occupied…❞ she suggested, her arm extended as she also offered her husband a hand, missing how they would walk the halls of the castle hand by hand instead of going each their own path like they were starting to do so.

       Lingering stares and unnoticed displeasures had become quite a trend between the two as of late, the animosity within his breast towards his wife still present to cause him enough distaste that he tended to avoid her. Such things were not fair to her, he was aware, as he had given her his permission to take his cousin as a lover; but such a decision was proving to be more costly than he had originally thought. Not only had a wedge been driven between them, but now there was word of Conde organizing a resistance. It seemed unfair that he must deal with the consequences of actions he did not even commit himself, but he supposed that was what marriage was all about - forgetting the selfish nature you carried once before and shouldering each other’s burdens to lessen the load on the other person. 

       ❝ I was actually heading to meet with the English ambassador, I doubt there is much you can do to assist with that.❞ His words roll off his tongue, pain woven between the syllables, the smile that once graced his visage promptly running from his face. A soft puff of air escapes his nose as his eyes divert towards the ground, eager to escape the angelic visage of the woman before him. She had a way of enchanting him, manipulating his emotions with a mere glance. He supposed it was a talent that spanned a wider audience than just him, as so many seemed to have fallen for his Queen. But what was he to do, hold such a thing against her? It was not her fault she was graced with the beauty she displayed. 

       ❝ Perhaps though, we can meet later for dinner? After all, we should at least try to convince the servants we don’t hate each other, it would be a bad time to alert our enemies to our marital problems.❞ A thundering heart threatens to burst from his chest as he finds his breath getting caught in his throat, the sensation of hands around his throat more real than he would like to admit. Perhaps being so awful to her was taking a greater toll on him than it would take on her.❝ I’m sorry, Mary, I shouldn’t be so cruel. It was not your fault.❞ Diverted pale hues finally raise to meet her own, a hesitance present there; though he was never like to admit it, he was quite fearful in regards to her. Francis had his heart ripped from his chest too many times by her, leaving his resolve weak, cutting him off slightly from her attempts at repairing the cracks in their relationship. How he yearned to allow himself to get close to her once more, to feel the soft skin of her lips against his, but that could be a wasted dream.

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                                                     O proud death,                                      What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,                                           that thou so many princes at a shot                                                    So bloodily hast, struck? 

     It was unfair that so many in his family were fated to die so soon in their lives - such a fact tore at him often, as he was well aware that his illness had never dissipated as much as it should have. But what was he to do? Nostradamus had assured him that he could not cure his disease, only subdue it for a time, and Francis was quite aware that his time was quickly coming to an end. Thus, he spent much of his time making arrangements for those he cared for so that when he did die, they would be well taken care of; such things would bring the man peace in his passing, leaving him to move on without his burdens following him. Besides, he would hope that he would not carry his demons with him into the afterlife, that God would remove such things from his soul. 

     Footsteps greet his ears as such thoughts roam the packed corridors of his brain; the smell of Spring taking over his senses, causing him to move his gaze to take in their visage, to assess why they would attempt to catch him while he seemed so occupied with something else. 

     ❝ Ah... I had a feeling you would catch up to me eventually. I apologize for not seeing you sooner, I have been quite busy as of late. ❞ He states with a small smile on his lips, his hands folding over each other in front of his torso. The sun drips through the blinds to glint off his golden tresses, his eyes looking paler than usual. If the person was searching hard enough, they might notice how unwell he truly was, therefore he hoped he had put up a convincing enough facade. 

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the darkness of a woman is such  that                             stripped   of   our    SIGHT ,      we   must   feel    our    way    through   it .          we   crawl ,     we   enter   her   CIRCLES   OF   HELL ;      until   we   sympathize   with   her   sorrow ,        until   we     LEARN  FROM   HER    RAGE .       //      written   by   sam .

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She is his equal in every way. He loves her, and she loves him.

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          - Hello lovely people, I have been gone for far too long. In fact, I’ve been gone a few years if my estimation is correct. I am so sorry to have left behind my smol bean, so sorry in fact, that I have returned to his account. I have recently started re-watching reign and I couldn’t help myself. Let me know if any of you are still out there, or if you’re willing to rp with an independent Francis. If you are, give this post a like or reblog and I’ll message you for plots. 

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"Francis...I am pregnant"Mary said as she looked at him as she wondered how he would take such news.

Francis looked over his wife with wide eyes full of happiness. He grabbed her by her small waist and spun her around with a huge grin on his face. "This is wonderful, Mary!" He stated with pure happiness. For a while he had doubted that they would have a child, yet now he knew the gods favored them. 

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My demons have hold of me

And they won't let go

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"I have seen the way you look at my wife, and I demand to know how you feel of her." He stated firmly with his eyes fixated on the other man before him. 

Francis could feel the anger rising within his frame. "Cousin, may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Francis. What may I help you with ?"

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                                        тнє мσѕт ωση∂єяƒυℓ тιмє σƒ тнє уєαя                                            { . ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ . }                  ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇs! so to my great surprise, i’ve somehow managed                  to  reach  my  first  milestone  on this  blog. i can’t tell you all how                  much i appreciate your     following me & giving my    impression                  of mary stuart a chance. thus, in an effort to give back i’m hosting                  a little giveaway.    this will likely run a few days, so i’ll assign the                  tentative end time as 11:55 pm EST on the 20th. until then,   you                  are free to reblog as often and as many times as you would  like.                  the only rule is that you have to be following me.                  winner will receive .}                            a self-promotional banner                            60 icons of their character                            online & offline banners                  runner-up will receive .}                            40 icons of their character                            online & offline banners                 third place will receive .}                             25 icons of their character

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You're still my light

and my love burns bright

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Take me back to the past

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1x09 / 2x09

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"I think you should leave."

Francis seemed confused at the words that escaped her mouth. "Why is that?"