Princess Mary Tudor {The Tudors} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodymarytudor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs, |
To say that Mary had grown, considerably, since coming here was an understatement. She talked to a few people while still in school regarding her emotions in dealing with her father's relationships and she was told that it was quite normal for a child to want their parents to get back together, even once they had moved on. They told her that the feeling never went away, even as an adult, but that true growth was in respecting the fact that they were happy. She didn't think her mother was, but it did seem her father was. She had nothing against Gabriella, unlike a couple of Henry's previous relationships, and she hoped that her father truly was happy as well as Gabriella being happy. It still didn't stop her from wishing, deep down, that her parents were together. Some things were difficult to let go of.
However, she'd learned to become more independent and knew she needed to focus on herself more and allow her father to be happy. If his seventh marriage was that happiness, she would wish them both the best and focus on her life and her own happiness. With that thought in mind, and for once pushing thoughts of her mother aside, Mary donned the slinkier then she ever thought she'd wear dress that she had bought in a royal blue. She had been assured she looked smashing in it by the clerk that sold it to her. Getting her hair and make-up professionally done, the locks swept softly off her face and neck, she'd made her way to both wedding and reception.
