Before You Go

1

Francis' Point of View
I woke up with the worst head ache. Jesus Christ. I rolled over on to a red head girl, I feel like an ass but I can't remember her name. "Shit I'm sorry." I said "It's okay." She said, she pulled the covers over her and laid back down. There was a knock on the door. God can no one else realize I have the worst fucking hang over. "Your Grace, King Henry requests your presence in the throne room, immediately." The pager said from outside the door. "Okay, I'll be there soon." I said, I got out of bed and put some trousers on, because I had no clothes on. I put on black leather pants then boots, I put on a riding shirt and a burgundy vest on over it. I quickly sprayed some cologne in order to mask the smell of booze. I ran down two flights of steps and down the hall towards the throne room. Olivia was standing there with a drink. "What's going on? I have to get to meeting with my father." I said "Here drink this, it will help with the head ache." She said, holding out the glass, I chugged it down. "Jesus, are you trying to poison me?" I laughed "Mhm no, just trying to keep you in tip top shape." She said, she grabbed onto my collar and pulled me into a kiss. "Francis!" My mother shouted. Shit. I pulled away. "Olivia I don't think there is anything in your teeth, all clear." I said "Thank you for checking." Olivia laughed as she walked away. "You're my son and I love you, but you're a bit of a man whore." She said "What? I like to have fun, I'm not hurting anyone." I said "Francis, you are going to be married soon. You know I will not tolerate you having mistresses." She said "Mother, I won't have a mistress because I'm not getting married." I said "Oh shut up, you're getting married." She said, we walked into the throne room. "Francis do you know what today is?" My Father asked "Thursday I think." I said "Yes, but Mary is coming back today." He said "Who?" I asked "Francis, your fiancé." He rolled his eyes. "Father I'm sure she is a lovely girl, but we have been engaged for years. It's unlikely we will ever really get married." I said "Actually it's extreme likely because it's happening." He said "Is Scotland even really that beneficial to France?" I asked "Yes Francis! We need Scotland, it has great riches and it comes with a claim to the English throne." He said "You're right." I said "Son, all you have to do is have sex with her a couple times so you guys can have a couple sons and then you don't even have to listen to her." He said, I looked at my Mother and she rolled her eyes. I want to have a great love, but I also recognize that being a royal that can't happen. I have to marry for a political alliance not love. That's why I don't allow myself to catch feelings for the women I sleep with, because I know I would never be able to marry any of them. I wouldn't be able to subject the woman I love to a life of being nothing more than my mistress. I'm sure Mary is great but I can't possibly love someone who i'm being forced to marry. "Francis, Mary has been in convent for most of her life. She is probably very sheltered and naïve to the ways of court. Just please go easy on her." She said "Mother, I'm sure Mary and I will be good friends." I said "Francis, you are a great man, you are very kind and generous, you will make a great king. But I'm asking you to please at least give this like half a chance." She said "So I only have to try a little bit?" I smiled "As long as you promise to put in effort to make her feel happy here, I'm happy." She smiled "I promise." I smiled "Thank you, my son." She smiled then kissed my forehead. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "And please keep your indiscretions in the bedroom under wraps while she is here." She said. "Okay, I promise." I said