#animusviincit

She doesn’t think she’s felt more awkward in her life. “I didn’t think you’d come.” She sits on her bed, hair done all pretty by way of Sansa. “I wouldn’t really want to talk to me if I was you..” She scoffs at herself, shaking her head, gesturing for Alex to sit on the end of her bed. 

“ Francis? ” She had finally come upon her husband within one of the many halls of the castle, a gentle interruption into the conversation he seemed to be having. Though she tried to remain subtle, the corners of her lips crept into a suspecting smile now that she could finally have his attention, the news of which she bore she wished only for his ears. “ May I speak with you? ”

  “ do you ever wonder what the history will speak of you one day? IF history will speak of you at all? ” clearly it was something which plagued the thoughts of the older of two medici sons, amongst wondering when his father will finally allow him to prove himself and what he would do if all suddenly became his and he was not deemed ‘ready’.

they walk arm in arm, each step another cadence in their rhythm, smiles glittering jewels painted among the colors of bright and happy fashion -- how easy it was to grin in her presence, with the sun gleaming down upon their heads. comforts collide with laughter, arm tightening her grip upon the elder, smile warming as a love -- so missed throughout her years in france -- returns. how odd it was to be so far from family -- and to not miss one but this. the simplicity of a small embrace, the warmth of laughter... 

head lifts towards the beaming sun, gaze resting upon her lady lucrezia, smile softening, nerves daring to flutter as question burns itself upon her tongue.  ❝ might i be so bold to challenge a thought? ❞ she questions gently, gaze shying away --  ❝ how is it that i have grown to your liking? a girl such as i deserves far little but your kindness -- yet you bless me with far much more... ❞  has her prayers been answered? has anne finally been gifted in the family she longed for most of all? cheek rests upon the woman’s arm, an act she was sure to hear about should eyes wander and catch it -- still, she dares to do so. to bask in nothing but the tenderness of a loving arm. 

To me, S2A makes sense. I mean, him withholding the truth from her fell into the same line of selflessness he’s generally shown in regards to her. Regicide was a crime of high treason, which was punishable by death, a horrific one on top of that. Now Francis’ situation was even more grave, as he was the direct heir to the French crown, which can bring about the insinuation that he did what he did solely out of greed as to ascend to the throne, which directly and automatically also puts her in the line of fire. The entire decision of not telling May was because the only chance she would’ve had to not be trialed/charged (and killed) in the same way as him, is if she could fully deny any involvement or knowledge of it. And there’s a major difference between pretending to not know and actually not knowing. Francis cares too much for her, it was filled with too much risk— if he had told her, it would’ve been the most selfish act on his behalf, which doesn’t suit him. He’s not selfish, he’s suggested giving himself up for people he loves on numerous occasions, he wouldn’t turn a 180 here, especially not in regards to Mary.

“i’m sorry I’m crying, I just... I didn’t know where else to go.” She’d had a bad day. An argument with Sansa, then her mother, and on top of seeing Alex and avoiding him at the suspicions, the pregnancy test she’d gotten with Sans..