1386 Windsor, England
"Arthur"
"Yes, Maria?" He asked while I was looking at my king, D. John I of Portugal, wedding with a British princess, Phillippa of Lancaster.
"I'm nervous…" I looked at my feet, blushing. He chuckled softly and pushed my chin up, so I can look at his eyes.
"You silly portuguese…" His smile made my kneels shake. "You don't need to be nervous. This is just a reinforcement of our alliance"
"I know… But we will share vows… It's not like the last time… We will" I swallowed "Married "
"That's the best part, lass" He grabbed my hand and kiss it and I felt myself getting...
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