The Pope's decision ...

*holds you tight*

What is it my darling? What thought has fluttered into thine beautiful head?

*Without answering you I reach into my pocket and pull out a needle, jamming it into your throat*.

*flinches in surprise not pain*

Marie? What in thy name of God was that for?

*Leans over, before you can stop me and gently licks the bead of blood*.


...

... Oh ... Good Lord.

*moans slightly oh my love *whispers*

If thou drinks from me we shall be forever bonded ... a bond that can not be undone ...

Well, I think I have just done it ...

... Oh my Lord. You are so wonderful.

*my voice sounds in your mind* I shall love you until the end of all days

*Flinches*. Wha-what? What shall you do?

I shall try to remain here as thou asks, unless the pain becomes too great.

I shall be all things for thee that I can except thy husband. I shall be thine protector, thine friend and confident, I shall be what ever thou requires.


We are bonded now my love, and nothing but death can undo what thou hath done.

For now on we shall share each others emoitions and pain. If thou shuldst be pricked by a pin I shall feel it too. If thou knows heartache or love, I shall feel it through thee. And thou shall feel mine as well.

We shall always know when the other is close and we can speak to each other with out uttering a word ... no matter how much distance lays between us.

Doth thou understand?


*my voice whispers in your mind* Doth this please my darling Marie?

*A letter arrives for Marie*

The pope announced our marriage valid? This is good. You wished to speak with me? I will be waiting in my chambers, if you wish to see me, My Lady, Wife and Sovereign Queen of France. His most Christian Highness, Francois, King of France

*sneers* Can he not even allow us to say farewell in peace?

Doth he wish so to rub my heartache and misery in mine face?

*Ignores Francis' letter. My eyes are only for you*.

*In your mind* I have never been both so happy, nor so sad in my entire life. For I have drawn us close just as we are being forced to seperate.

*Out loud*. Yes, this does please me. And although my children shall be born in France to French parents, they shall speak English as well and know themselves honoured as the children of Rhodes, so help me God.

*fresh tears rise in my eyes* My children ... I so wanted to be a great father to them and I wuld have


This is so unfair ... it cantst be real

You are right. My first husband returns from the dead, acting completely opposed to as he did previously. It should not be real ...


But it is ... *Grimaces from the heart-break you feel as I say these words, and tears begin to leak from my eyes as they leak from yours*.

*takes you into my arms holding you tight*

I doth not want to let go. Once we leave this room it is truly over

*Holds you tightly and whispers in your ear* ...


Shall I let you go again?

Please do not let me go .... not again .... I love you Marie, none other will ever fill this hole in my heart

*Holds you tighter still*. Then I shall not let you go.

Come with me. If I cannot be your wife, I may yet be your greatest friend, confidante and charmer. You will still be my closest friend. No-one and nothing could ever come between us. And tell me honestly, would you rather not see me all times with another than never see me a 'tall?

I ... do not know .... I can try

Tell me now. We have no more time. There are no more waits. You must tell me now!

To France? You wish me to learn all I know to follow you to France

What? That made no sense!

What art thou asking of me? To follow thee to France?

I am asking if you WISH to follow me to France.

I wish to follow thee to the end of the word if thou wants me, needs me, loves ,me.


But France *shakes head*