Disclaimer: I do not own Reign, most of the characters in this story belong to Stephanie Sengupta and Laurie McCarthy. All mistakes are mine.
The trip was nearing its end, and Lady Kenna could not have been more relieved as she basked in the sunlight seeping through the carriage windows. It had been a terrible ride from her home in Scotland to French Court. She just wanted to get out of her uncomfortable clothes, have a warm bath and lay on her bed.
"Lady Kenna." Her thoughts were interrupted by the Scottish envoy, who insisted she accompany Lady Kenna to French Court. She had been going on endlessly about the changes brought about in the castle, it's a wonder Kenna hadn't died of boredom yet.
"Hm? What? Oh right, sorry. Do go on."
"Yes, as I was saying, the palace has not changed much since you last were here, although the drapes have been-Lady Kenna!"
By this point, Lady Kenna made no effort in listening to pointless chitchat about the castle drapes, for a handsome gentleman had just burst outside the castle doors. Peeking through the curtains from her carriage, Lady Kenna observed the young man walk across the pavement. Donned in all black, she couldn't help but think of how gorgeous he is, how soft his hair looked and how the light bounced off his eyes, which she could see were as deep as the oceans which bordered France...and staring right back at her. In a state of panic, she drew back the curtains and buried her face in her hands and groaned.
Ugh, now he's going to think I'm some obsessed lunatic, she thought. But he doesn't even know who I am, and I him. There is no possible way for us to get acquainted. Anyway, I could always avoid him, yes, that's it-
She was too busy bickering with herself that she didn't notice the carriage doors had been opened and the footman's hand was outstretched, waiting for her to get down. It was not until the envoy nudged her that Kenna had collected her musings and nodded back.
"It's wonderful to be back in French Court," she sighed happily, "I've forgotten how beautiful the scenery was." Lady Kenna spun around, laughing blissfully.
Indeed, Château de Fontainebleau was an absolute feat. Known as one of the most beautiful castles in France and described by Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte himself as the 'true castle of kings', it certainly lived up to its title. A quadrangle of four miniature gardens and the vast castle enclosing the surrounding area made Kenna beam with happiness. It was not just a castle full of memories, it was her home, and she was glad to be back.
The envoy hummed in approval, looking around the castle foregrounds before settling her eyes and faintly smiling at the sight before them. "Ah, there he is."
A/N: Pretty short, but this is just a little introductory to the whole story. I've decided not to include the brief romance between Bash and Mary, this story is pure Kennash, but with mentions of Greith and Frary. I'm not following a certain timeline within the show, but I will be taking moments from the show and base some events in the story on that. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think xx