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I learned by watching my favorite shows. I would just rewind and say the words back, until they sounded right to me. I never studied the American accent, in terms of getting a teacher or taking phonetics classes. I’ve always been a good mimic.
I could hear him coming long before he entered my room. Even his footsteps radiated the sound of immense anger. I heard him arguing with one of the guards outside of the door and less than a moment later the door to my chambers flew open and he entered.
I didn’t look up, I was too embarrassed to even look at him. I stared at the folds on my dress trying to avoid the inevitable. I knew what I had done to him. I left, And to make it worse? I left with Bash. He let out an exasperated sigh and started pacing back and forth across the room. I finally summoned the courage to look up at him. He looked at me and I could see him move his hand as if he was reached out towards me, but he recoiled back from me immediately as if I had burned him. Which, I guess I did.
“Francis-” I started to speak, but stopped when he looked at me. There was an unmistakable look of betrayal in his eyes. I took a step towards him but he retreated towards the door. I just watched him. I didn’t know what I could say that could possibly make up for what I had done. I wanted to explain to him that I loved him. That I only left because the pain of leaving was undeniably less than the pain of knowing I had caused his death. But I didn’t.. I didn’t say anything.
Before I could even respond he crossed the room and I was in his arms. He was kissing me harder than I thought he was capable. I could hardly breathe, but his kiss was more important to me than air. He pulled away and grabbed a vase nearby and hurled it against the wall across the room. I jumped slightly startled by his rage, but stayed where I was. He ran his hands through his hair as he looked at me. "You were throwing everything away for superstition!“ There was a look of pain on his face that caused the knot in my stomach to grow stronger.
"I would have done anything for you” His voice trembled slightly. I thought my heart was as broken as possible, but I could feel it break in to even smaller pieces. He tried to make eye contact, but I wouldn’t let him. He gently tipped my chin up so that I had no choice but to look at him.
“Say something.” he pleaded. I could see the tears well up in his eyes. I had so much I wanted to say, but there was only one thing I needed to say.
“I’m sorry." I felt a tear roll down my cheek and my voice caught as I said it. I knew it wasn’t enough, but I needed to say it. I needed him to know that I would never have hurt him If I didn’t think what I was doing was saving his life.
"Why did you not tell me about the prophecy? How could you leave without giving me a reason?"
"Leaving you in the dark was the only way I could protect you. I did all I knew how to do.” I hoped he could understand. I did what I could to protect him, even if it was from myself.
"You thought running off with my brother was a better alternative?“ His voice got slightly louder and I knew he was upset.
"It wasn’t like that! I was going on my own either way, Bash only volunteered to come with so the guards would let me leave. I love you, Francis, and only you.” I reached out for his hand, and he gave it to me willingly.
"I believe you. If our situations were reversed I would have heeded Nostradamus’s advice as well. I love you. I don’t ever want to lose you, Mary. I was terrified that I had lost you forever.“ He kissed me again lightly, and I could finally breathe for the first time since I had left. "You mean the world to me.”
I smiled at him, pulling him on to the bed. He cradled my head between his shoulder and his neck, where it fit perfectly, like it was made for me.
“I have missed having you so close to me.” He murmured into my hair, as I tilted my head up and kissed his neck. I closed my eyes as he pulled me tighter to him covering us up with the duvet. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep in his arms, was him stroking my hair.
“I learned by watching my favorite shows. I would just rewind and say the words back, until they sounded right to me. I never studied the American accent, in terms of getting a teacher or taking phonetics classes. I’ve always been a good mimic. It really wasn’t that hard for me.”