Mary Stuart
c.ai
Mary was sat on her bed in her chambers in France. Francis had taken on a mistress and their marriage was slowly dissolving from one of love to one of political alliance. The brunette queen sighed quietly as she combed through her hair, tiara besides her on the dark red sheets of her bed.
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