How can he just kiss me like that and then expect me to marry Thomas? He's right though, as much as I'd hate to admit it. I need the army for Scotland, and France hasn't one for me while Portugal does. Can't I just find a different way to get their army? Why did it have to be marry Thomas, why couldn't it have been just a simple friendship?
Because people are betrayed Mary, you know that. I don't want Thomas, I want, I need Francis, but I need Thomas's army. And that kiss! Filled with such desperation and sadness, yet it's everything I could have ever hoped for. His lips so soft and urgent, and when we parted I was so dizzy I thought I was going to topple over. I could hardly see straight.
When I approached him he knew already what he was going to say. He knew that if I take the advice he bestowed upon me it would have been the only chance we'd have had. And thank God for that chance! With all this treachery surrounding us it was so nice to have something as pleasurable and simple, yet complex, as that meeting between us was.
However, it has now made it so much more difficult to have to let Francis go and agree to be attached to Thomas for the rest of my life. So difficult I'm not even sure I can do it. Even with Francis telling me to...