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[astormofagirl]

her gaze is on the small babe in her arms - just four days old and as small as she’s ever seen. Mary knows she shouldn’t be up and so far from her bed just yet - and perhaps she should not have relieved the wet nurse, but she has the strongest urge to sit with their son - to spend time with him without intruding eyes.  queen or not, she wishes to be present in his upbringing - the way her mother never was in hers. She stands in her shift, robe wrapped tightly around it as she rocks their son in her arms, crooning softly a Scottish Lullaby that used to be sung to her when she was but a child. “Blow the wind, blow; Swift and low; Blow the wind o'er the ocean. Breakers rolling to the coastline; Bringing ships to harbor; Gulls against the morning sunlight; Flying off to freedom.”

@ofimaginarybeings​ things you didn’t ask for

[astormofagirl]

when his arms wraps around her, she leans back into him, a soft breath parting her lips at his nearness. she smiles softly at his words. “ use is an unkind word.” she offers, tone light, “ I’m unsure. I feel as if perhaps it’s the babe - all the moving. but,” she pauses lips pressing together. “ there’s an odd uncertainty running through me. and i’m not sure where it comes from which worries me.” she admits.

@ofimaginarybeings continued from 👑

[astormofagirl]

She’s been in town for just under a month - managed to secure a job as a waitress at a local restaurant right by the water - and a small rundown place out near the woods. The sun beats down on her as she walks toward the small corner store clad in a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers.

It’s been a rough transition for Mary - running from her husband, hiding out in a new town - lying about her name, who she is, everything. Fear runs through her every day. She’s scared he’ll find her, scared she’ll have to leave.

But for now, she’s safe. Mary’s noticed the store several times but hasn’t gotten the chance to stop inside just yet. She figures now is as good a time as any. She’s off from work today and looking for some paint so she can start working on fixing up the house she rented.

Mary pulls open the door and then steps inside, a bell chiming when she opens it. The brunette jumps softly and lets out a breath as she swallows hard and glances around. “Hello? Anyone here?”

@thewxndererswarriors  Hit the ❤️ for starter [ plotted ]

[astormofagirl]

The sound of her heels echo through the palace hallways as she seeks out Sebastian. She hasn’t seen him since they cleaned up the baby and gave her to the wet nurse for safe keeping. His cousin was dead - and she knows this must hurt. But there is still much they have to do before Henry comes back from Rome. She spots a head of dark hair rounding the corner and she quickens her pace to catch up, “Bash,” she calls out hoping to pause his movements. “I’ve been looking for you - we have a few things to tend to this morning...where are you off to?”

@herbetterchoice Plotted starter

[astormofagirl]

“ for the love of the gods, why to you keep leaving me alone with Caleb? He’s infuriating you know. ” 

@dissolvedshadows  Hit the ❤️ for a starter

[astormofagirl]

A soft sigh parts her lips, “ We’re going to be stuck out here all night - aren’t we?” She questions as she tightens her cloak around her body in an attempt to get warm.

@dissolvedshadows  hit the 💖 for a smol starter

[astormofagirl]

“i need you” ( francis for mary )

Mary sucks in a breath as she leans back into him, her breathing quickening. He’s been gone far too long and now that’s he’s back she can barely think straight. 

She’s missed him far too much and when his hand slides down her side, she turns, one hand going to his tunic, gripping the fabric while tilting her head up and capturing his lips in a needy kiss.

There’s candlelight flickering in their chambers and despite the time she’s more than happy to welcome him home eagerly. “I need you to,” she murmurs against his lips while tugging him closer.

@tothedevilsshow│LESS CRINGY NSFW/INTIMACY MEMES│No Longer Accepting

[astormofagirl]

Mary tilts her head back, fingers sliding into thick hair as a warm mouth catches against her neck. This is wrong - she shouldn't be doing this. What would Francis think? He’d told d’Artagnan to protect her - stay with her at all costs and even now that he’s gone, she’s certain this is not what he meant. And yet, her leg glides up his, hooking over his hip, drawing him nearer as a soft moan slips from her lips. She’s too far gone to stop this now - she wants him, and Mary will have him.

@memorystxrs  Hit the ❤️ for SINday starter

[astormofagirl]

☃ (caleb/mary)

☃ : I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together.

the air is crisp - the scent of trees and something fresh in the air. mary always loved the morning after a new snow. her boots trudged through the cool, powdery white flakes in the courtyard, grin on her face.

it was early - far too early for most to be awake - but caleb was several feet ahead of her bending down, gloved hand touching the snow and she couldn’t quite contain the urge that built within in.

she too bent down, gloved hands packing together layers of fluffy snow until it made a small ball. mary went to lift her hand but before she could caleb’s voice echoed in the empty courtyard.“ I wouldn’t if I were you. ”she blinks and huffs at how well he knows her. a pout forms on the soon to be queens lips and she bends down and starts making a larger ball. “Come then - help me make a snowman.”there’s a sigh from the man in question as he begrudgingly makes his way over to his charge and starts rolling snow together making her smile. it’s quite the task as they set about making each layer of the body, but by the time they are on the head - they’re grinning and laughing, snow getting in her hair and on his face - it’s a silly thing to do, but sometimes even soon to be queens need to act a little silly. 

@dissolvedshadows│Holiday Meme│No Longer Accepting

[astormofagirl]

She’s just come from speaking with Francis - she owed him the truth. Her heart beats heavy against her chest, it aches. She herself cannot believe the choice she’s made and yet her feet carry her to Sebastian’s rooms, more quickly than she can understand. Small palms reach the double doors and she shoves them open without the slightest knock. “Bash, where are you? I must speak with you - it’s urgent.”

@herbetterchoice Plotted starter

[astormofagirl]

“Do, stop following me - before I have your sister throw you in the dungeons.”

@dissolvedshadows  Hit the ❤️ for a starter

[astormofagirl]

"it depends - on if my other guards are being as tiresome as you.” she snaps right back. “but of course none of them are. they have far too much respect for their queen to make such a nuisance of themselves.” she adds as she turns and moves toward her desk, her skirts moving along with her. “is there something i might do for you?”

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[astormofagirl]

@tothedevilsshow continued from (&)

there are times she thinks she has. so much has happened - so much has changed and there’s a heavy feeling in her heart. one that cannot seem to settle. she cannot imagine ever loving anyone the ways she’s loved Francis. it’s as if a piece of her died along with him. her gaze falls as she reminds herself that queens do not get love and the fact that she was able to find that once she be looked at as a miracle. but she and Francis barely got any time together and she has nothing of him now with him gone. no husband - no child. she’s truly alone. “at times I feel as if I have.” she admits finding the other woman’s gaze once again. “and then there are times I think perhaps I might find it again. But it’s difficult for me to truly believe with all that’s happened.” 

[astormofagirl]

His touch is gentle and it leaves a trail of warmth down her arm. It’s been too long since she’s been touched with such love - since Francis really and despite how much she’s tried not to want this - she can no longer deny herself. She leans in tilting her head up and brushing her mouth against his. “ give me tonight. ” she murmurs against his lips.

@dissolvedshadows  Hit the ❤️ for s SINday starter

[astormofagirl]

@ofimaginarybeings Plotted Starter

There’s a sizzling in the pan as she pushes the eggs around making sure to cook them the way her daughter likes, “Valencia!” the name echoed through the medium sized home, it was modest, but Mary loved it. They lived in a small town outside of the city, somewhere safe away from it all but still in the center of things. She likes the people, how close knit they all are - like one big family who look out for each other. When she came here eight years ago - pregnant, scared and alone the people of this town helped her. A soft sigh falls from her lips as she shuts the stove, “Valencia!” She calls again shaking her head. Mary’s seven year old was a handful - one she loved very much.

Valencia shoves a book in her bag and huffs as she hears her mom calling again. “I’m coming!” She drops her bag and makes her way down the hallway, long hair brushing her shoulders. She pops up in the kitchen a minute later and drops down into a seat at the table, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Sorry,” she mumbles, “I was trying to get ready for school.”

Mary chuckles as she pushes the eggs onto a plate and adds toast. “I’m sure you were,” she replies bringing the plate over to the table and placing it in front of her daughter, right as a loud knock severs the silence in their home. Mary’s brows draw together as she glances down the hallway. She wasn’t expecting anyone. “Eat, I’ll be right back.” At her daughter’s mumbled confirmation she makes her way to the door.

[astormofagirl]

@dissolvedshadows​ Continued from (&)

Mary chuckles softly, she’s surprised too in truth. The evening is barely over and most of her night has been spent dancing with those who  requested a dance. She’s a bit tired - but she’s always enjoyed a good ball - the music, the dancing, it’s much better than being locked away with nothing to do. “ Getting there,” she comments as she turns to face the people dancing, glancing briefly at Ana out of the corner of her eyes. “No dancing for you?”