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“My heart is open.”
Her words echoed through his head, over and over. The kiss that came after had also been on a loop ever since it happened. It was all he had wanted. Or at least that’s what he thought. After all he was not the one paying the highest price for it.
Francis was the one who was supposed to become the next king of France. He was the one who had been preparing all his life to take on this massive responsibility. He was the one who was supposed to wed Mary, a girl, a queen, he was in love with.
And yet here Bash was. If his father would be getting his way, not only would he become king of France but Scotland and England as well. He’d be ruling three countries with Mary by his side. It all still felt like a weird dream that he soon would wake up from.
For the sake of his little brother he had considered multiple times to refuse his father and run far away from French court. But not soon after those thoughts popped up into his head, Mary’s face appeared beside them. Her face close to his, eyes shining bright with what he wished was hope.
“My heart is open.”
How did he ever think he could deny her?