Why am I thinking of this? I shouldn’t be, my thoughts and my dreams should only be on Francis, my future husband, my future king. But as I lay here in bed, successivo to Francis who is sound asleep, I can only think of his brother, Sebastian. Thoughts of how sweet he is, how endearing. Sebastian actually wants to spend time with me, and he enjoys my company, Much unlike Francis.

I slipped out of letto and silently crept to Sebastian’s room. If anyone was to find out that I was going there I would surely ruin the Alliance between our countries.

“Mary? What are te doing out of letto at this time?” Sebastian asked. He was dressed in nothing but his undergarments. I felt my face blush at the sight.

“I cannot sleep. May I speak with te until I fall tired?” I asked. Sebastian nodded and put on a shirt. I took a sede, sedile on one of the many chairs in the room, he sat across from me.

“What shall we talk about Mary?” He smiled.

“Whatever te want.”

Sebastian launched into a full story of when he was younger and I sat and listened. Falling più and più in Amore with him with every word that he spoke.