opheliaofscotlandā:
Ophelia was thrilled that her husband was finally able to join her in France, he had been a few days behind due to having business to deal with back home but it had been pointless her travelling without him anyway because no one wanted to listen to the young queen despite the fact sheād been at this for ten years - no they wanted her husband. Still, now he was here she had barely gotten to see him he had been so busy in talks and she was left outside in the halls with the other women. Deciding to retire to her chambers for the day the blonde was on her way down a long stretch of corridor when her husband appeared at her feet from a corner.Ā āWell that was very graceful my love.ā She mused with a small smirk as she reached out to make sure he was steady.Ā āThe French are weird but we arenāt that weird.ā She taunted him as she reached up to brush away some of his unruly hair.Ā āAre you alright?ā
āThank you, my dear, that was on purpose,ā he said, adjusting his collar and looking fondly at his wife. Thomas took her hand and placed a light kiss on it, barely noticing the staff boys that came to clean up the mess behind him. āI believe I will survive, yes,ā he chuckled, still holding her hand. āHow have you been? Have your fellow countrymen treated you well?ā













