King Henry
"Tis Gods will that this marriage shall be arranged, for my son will not only marry to become the King consort of Scotland, but for his wife to also become Queen of not only France and Scotland, but also, one day, England, with my son by her side, as King." I announce to my advisers, who all nod in agreement.
"The child, Mary Stuart, shall be raised here in France, until she and my son come of age. She has been here for some time now, under the crowns protection." Suddenly, my messenger comes running in, waving a piece of parchment.
"MY KING, SOMEONE HAS ATTEMPTED TO TAKE THE YOUNG QUEENS LIFE!" He shouts, and we all gasp.
"Are you sure?" My wife, Catherine, implores. She tends to see Mary as one of her own, and treats her with a unprecedented amount of affection.
"Yes your highness. A man was caught just as he was about to slit her throat."
"Well, we shall be grateful he did not succeed. I now see that the English throne will stop at nothing to remove a legitimate heir. We shall have her moved to an nunnery, far from England, but close to French court. Living under the sisters watchful eyes will provide her the most protection needed for a queen, and a future ruler of half of Europe." Everyone seconds the motion, and a letter written to Mary's tutors, insuring that they will follow her, and teach her of ruling her people.
"Henry, you simply can't be serious! Mary of Guise entrusted us to watch her daughter, and now you want to send her away?" My wife asks.
"Tis a matter of politics Catherine. If we let the English think they succeeded, then there goes any hopes of an alliance with Scotland. We send her away, however, and send back her would-be-assassin's head back to Mary Tutor, than she'll know that the child lives on, and her influences will only grow and grow." That's simply politics. Survive an assassination, and that will only show the people that God is on that persons side.
"Catherine, it would be for the best. She may live but a few short months or years with us, compared to a great number of years with the sisters. Do try and think of the possibilities." I walk into my map room, and sit down in my chair, pouring a glass of wine.
"If it means the best for my son, and the alliance, than it will be with a heavy heart Henry, that I agree to sending her to the nunnery." I smile at her willingness.
"Remember my Queen, tis Gods will." I say, smiling as I think of one day, passing on a great French empire to the next King and Queen.
My first attempt at writing one for Reign. If its pretty popular with all of you, I may turn it into a trilogy. Read and review!