"Since Mary, Queen of Scotland, was a child, the English have wanted her country and her crown. She is sent to France to wed its next king to save herself and her people, a bond that should protect her, but there are forces that conspire. Forces of darkness. Forces of the heart. Long may she reign."
Growing up, I wish I hadn’t tried so hard to fit in. I’d tell myself to just embrace what you were born with because it’s beautiful and you were made like that for a reason. It’s tough being a girl. I think we need all of the support we can get.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.