Mary Su Stuart

Mary suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted.

The arrival of Francois really tossed her most of the night.At this time, Mary was still dazed and felt that she was still in a dream.

Francois was unwilling to wait any longer.He stood up, stretched out his hand, pulled her closer, and held her in his arms.

"Dear Mary, you seem to be in a daze."

He half hugged and half hugged her and dragged her to the bed. "Could it be that you were frightened by my sudden arrival."

"No, it's a surprise." Mary woke up suddenly, and raised her hand to hold his wrist.

"But you don't seem to be happy." Francois' tone was a little strange.

"No, I guess, I'm just a little tired," she murmured.

"Yeah, you must be very tired. You have been rushing to clean up after receiving the urgent letter." He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were cold, and only the corners of his mouth were twitching. "Besides, you have to deal with so many government affairs every day, and you have to accept so much attention and admiration..."

He said sarcastically, "I already know that besides worrying about Scotland, you are also busy entertaining court jesters. Naturally, you are very tired."

Mary suspected that there was something wrong with him.Unexpectedly, he said it bluntly without concealing it. "I want to know more, have you been avoiding me all the time, and only coax me hypocritically when you write letters?"

This question, which was very close to the truth, left Mary at a loss for words.And her brief silence made Francois even more anxious.

"All this time, I've kept my promise and kept to myself... Those jesters in your court are impatient to kiss your hand, always thinking of sneaking into you..."

The gentle and gentle boy in Mary's impression finally revealed his ferocious side.With a sudden effort, François pushed Marie onto the bed. "Or, have they already done so?"

So, this emotion is the resentment of being neglected, and jealousy... Mary calmed down, opened her eyes wide, and looked up at his lips opening and closing. "Tell me, Mary, what did they do to my lovely wife? Kiss your toes, or bite your fingertips, maybe—"

His index finger roughly pressed somewhere on her chest. "And here."

Mary didn't feel any pain, but it was hard to be overlooked.So she struggled to her feet and argued: "I have never invited any men to the bedroom. I never like such games. I only accept you, François."

"No, you don't want to accept me." Francois pressed down and threw her on the quilt again. "You took advantage of the young knight's trust, you evaded the oath you made before God."

He tore off the belt around her waist. "You manipulated me with so-called love, you deceived me with so-called knowledge... you treated me like an ignorant fool, and you played with me in the palm of your hand..."

He gasped. "I would rather believe in your chastity, dear Mary. But then... why?"

Before she could answer, Francois gave an 'explanation' himself: "Are you planning to veto our marriage?"

"Yes. Many years ago, your grandmother's relatives, Catherine of Aragon, asked the Pope to rule her and Henry VIII's brother Arthur as an 'invalid marriage' on the grounds that they did not have intercourse, and then successfully remarried that younger brother...you You must be clear about this plan, you are a descendant of Stuart and Tudor!"

He clenched his teeth, anger and sorrow rose in his red eyes. "I shouldn't think about whether you have other favorites... I can only suspect your ambition and conceit, maybe you envy Elizabeth of England, wanting to be independent like her, wandering among suitors, and being a queen who is only me ?!"

It seemed that he had indeed seen through some part of her selfishness?Mary suddenly felt ashamed of being punctured.She suddenly stood up, trying to push him away, but was pushed back by a disparate force.

Then, one side of the skirt was rolled up to the waist.

"I really think..." She struggled to stop him. "We were not suitable at that time..."

"So what now?" He continued to pull on her nightgown, the neckline was wide open, and her eyes were white. "You still think it's inappropriate?"

Mary was taken aback by his sudden entry. "No, but..."

It's unconventional to do that while arguing, right?Although she wasn't mentally prepared to accept him, they... the atmosphere at this moment was not right at all!

Mary twisted back and waved her arms, trying to fend off his aggression.And her persistent resistance, weak as it was, finally brought François' restlessness to a head.

"Longsa, and other jesters, everyone praises your coquettishness..." He was full of resentment. "You don't want to bloom in front of me, do you?"

Francois clamped her tightly, and declared: "You don't want to enslave me, no, you don't want to leave me."

As if speaking incoherently, and a bit like reciting poetry—Mary was stunned. So, he still has this kind of acting personality?

The nightgown was torn in a mess, she was skin-to-skin with him, and after a moment of struggle, she finally lost the wind.He sucked and bit, constantly exerting force on his fingertips, the pain caused tears to flow from the corners of her eyes.Mary was unwilling to give in, but the difference in physical strength between men and women was too obvious.

She finally got discouraged.She thought: Is this considered being raped?But she doesn't seem to have that deep sense of humiliation.

This young man who seems to be crazy about love, loves so much that he doesn't hesitate to go against her will, but also wants to get her body... Maybe, she can reluctantly forgive...?

Probably really forgivable.Because, as she stopped resisting, his movements gradually softened.Even, it brought her a strange comfort.

No wonder the X-fantasies of modern people include this kind of... as if some kind of temptation is simply...

But François suddenly let go of the confinement, and instead caressed her sweaty face.

He sighed, "Mary, I'm sorry, I can't..."

Mary froze.

XX is off, you tell me this? ? ? ! ! !

No, no, the male lead hasn't taken off yet, only she is naked.

The Queen of Scots crossed her arms, a little dazed.

She is clearly ready to offer X?

Why did she feel that he was about to die down?

how does this work...

It's not impossible...

in fact……

What a joke!

If he didn't look guilty, but changed to the previous affectionate look; she was sure, and simply fought back by herself.

Since some things will happen sooner or later, it is better to simply...

"No need to say sorry, François." She stared at him, moving her gaze from eyes, nose, lips, chin, Adam's apple, all the way down. "Actually, now, I'd like to..."

Her hand also moved slowly along the line of sight, making his heavy breathing even more disordered.

Mary finally closed her eyes. "I would."

Her permission actually made him tremble all over.Francois stared at her trembling eyelashes, was stunned for a moment, and quickly threw all his clothes on the ground.

Neither flinched nor hesitated anymore.

It's just that the expected blow from the storm turned into the gentleness of the drizzle.

After her heart was moved, the first pain seemed to be nothing...

But I was so tired that I fell asleep quickly.

So, in the early morning of the next day, the well-deserved Dauphine of France could only wear dark circles under her eyes, and asked a few embarrassing but unavoidable Marys to help clean up.

The Queen of Scots had to endure the shame, pretending to be a matter of course, and changing clothes with the seemingly radiant King of Scotland.

Well, don't get it wrong, this is the most private room in the entire palace; and there is a curtain between the two of them.

And on the way to have breakfast together, a young couple who had just spent the "bridal chamber wedding night" carefully peeped at each other from time to time.

Mary thought to herself: This kid looks very proud!

Francois was a little worried: Is Mary really not angry?

After the two simply filled their stomachs, Chief Secretary Maitland came over and asked the Queen how to organize a formal welcome ceremony for His Majesty the King's first visit.

Marie gave Francois a deep look. "What do you think?"

The confusion and beauty of last night brought Francois an unexpected peace of mind.He answered calmly and steadily, as if thinking deeply. "I think the situation in neighboring England is very tense; my presence in person can easily irritate the other side. So we'd better keep a low profile as much as possible."

Mary nodded slightly. "Since my dear Majesty has agreed, then we will only have a small celebration inside the palace, so as not to alarm ordinary residents."

For the small celebration, I have my own capable maids to work on it, and the Swiss mercenaries brought by the French crown prince do not need special entertainment.So, now, Francois has a lot of time to spend in the bedroom with Mary, who has temporarily put aside government affairs, and draws the curtains to talk privately.

It's okay for young people to be greedy for a while.Mary couldn't bear to think so.However, François was still considerate in spite of his taste.The two lay side by side in the name of catching up on sleep, and he just touched his hands and gave up.

Being treated like a gentleman, Mary felt a little touched, so she couldn't sleep anymore.

In this day and age, such a loyal and lovely husband was almost the best she could imagine.Therefore, she should cherish it even more.

But, there are some truths...she might have to say.

But before that, Francois once again surprised Mary.

What he said last night was not just angry words.In fact, he has already spent a lot of time understanding her.

He's even trying to accommodate her flamboyant ambitions.

He said softly:

"Dear Mary, I understand that you want to be master of Britain."

"It's not a whim, but a long-standing wish."

"At the beginning you were anxious to return to Edinburgh... all these years of your busyness in Scotland, and even your apparent estrangement from Paris, were all preparations for this purpose."

"Father also upholds the same expectation, but he has no power to control, and the support he can give is limited. It is your efforts to put it into practice that make this wish seem not out of reach."

"Since your goal is clear, how can I be your hindrance."

"But what I can do is not only silently praying for you."

As he spoke, Francois couldn't help holding her arm.

"I will be your help, and I deserve to fight for your honor."

"Because I love you so much and want to stand side by side with you forever."

"I swear, I will never hinder your freedom."

"Your husband will never try to control you or be superior to you; instead... he only wishes to be your strongest backing."

Listening to his affectionate confession... Mary actually felt that her heart was about to melt.

Those, chivalry novels, are not necessarily without truth.

The current him is so gentle and tender, it's almost terrific.

She reached out and cupped his face.

"I love you so much, François."

"You are the crown prince of France and the king of Scotland; you are my husband and my closest companion."

"My glory will always be half of yours."

This last sentence is undeniably true.Who told her to write the transfer of power and joint rule in the marriage contract she signed with him four years ago.

——However, the English crown she covets still belongs to the gray area that is not clearly written.Therefore, if Mary Stuart can really become the new mistress of "Great Britain", she may not necessarily have to share all the royal power.

It seems too early to think about this now.

The original intention of time-traveling women is, of course, freedom, independence and self-improvement; but they should not restrain themselves all the time.So, it's good to talk about a happy love, isn't it?

Then "carpe diem in time, don't ask about the future"?

Look, at the moment of beauty, to bear or not to bear?

She looked into François's eyes, burning; she put her hand on his neck and hooked his collar.

Encouraged silently by Mary, Francois slowly came up to him.

Miss Fleming, who was guarding the door of the bedroom, glanced at the bright sunlight from the window, and almost wanted to pretend that she didn't hear the lingering sound of rolling in the room.Alas, the two majesties are so sweet, why can't her fiancé, Maitland, even write a love letter well.

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