Chapter 1 Pilot Part 1

"Come now Mary! Just one ride won't hurt!" I pleaded with my younger sister. Even though we are twins, she is still younger than me be nearly a half an hour.

"Not know Anabel. We have to be ready. The French will be here by noon. It is already ten o' clock. We mustn't be late. It's not very becoming of a queen you know." She told me, the last part of her little rant said in a scolding tone.

I looked at her sadly. "You'd be a perfect queen and a perfect wife. Despite my love for Scotland some days I wish it had been you who had been born first." I said with a sigh. I took the brush off the nightstand that sat next to her bed in our room in the French monastery and began to brush through the spill of lovely black hair. She would fit in so well in the French court. She gained all of her looks from our mother with her long black hair and lovely doe eyes. I on the other hand would stick out like a sore thumb. I had long fiery hair braided back into a smooth plait. My eyes were as green as the grass in our home country. My name suited me well as it meant graceful beauty.

"Do not even think in such away. You have a fiery temper and a firm hand. You are kind and gentle. You will make a fine queen and an even finer wife. Do not forget my promise that I made all those years ago either. Remember? I said that I would be with you every step of the way." She then turned to me and grabbed my hands. "Will you sing to me? Like you did when we were small?"

I sighed. "When we get to the castle I will sing to you until you fall asleep. I promise. Now I must go talk to the sisters. They said they wanted to speak to me before our guests arrived. Have you got everything packed?" I questioned. She nodded. I quickly walked out the door and across the courtyard. I stepped into the small meeting room and shut the door behind me. "You wished to speak to me?"

"Ah, Anabel. Are Mary and yourself ready to go?" I nodded quickly. "Good. Are you ready?"

"I already told you yes." I told her, slightly confused.

"No. I mean are you ready to marry France's future king?"

I sighed. "In all honesty I don't believe I am. I am scared out of my mind. I have not seen Francis since I was but a child."

She smiled fondly at me. "My sweet Anabel. He will simply adore you. You have nothing to fear. You are doing this for the good of Scotland, are you not?

"But of course." I told her determinedly.

"Good because I do believe they are here. Right on time." She whispered in my ear as she passed. "Tell Mary that they have arrived so you can greet our guests properly." I smiled nervously and quickly left. As I walked I thought about the last time I had seen Francis.

Flashback I was standing on the deck, watching the piece of land growing bigger as our ship grew nearer. I was rather sad having to leave Scotland behind. I suppose I took it better than Mary though. My dearest twin sister had burst into tears at the thought of leaving our mother and homeland behind. It took me nearly two hours to coax her out of her room. The vessel's captain, John Belamere came to stand next to me.

"We are almost to shore my lady." He informed me.

"Thank you. Would you please get Mary from our room? She seemed to be getting a little seasick when I saw her earlier. I feel as though the fresh air would do her good."

"Of course my queen." I smiled as he walked off. I was enjoying the salty air for it reminded me of the shore that mother had always brought us to. I smiled a little at the pleasant memories.

"You requested my presence dear sister?" she asked.

"You were looking slightly green earlier and thought the fresh air would make you well. I don't know who would help me keep up my appearance if you fell ill." I told her through my giggles. Before she could reply we hit the shore and several guards escorted us to the beaches were my future husband and the queen of France would greet us.

A kind looking woman with soft eyes stood with a young boy around our age stood at the beach to greet us. I kept my back strait and my face clear of emotion except for a twinkle in my eyes that Mary says never goes away. When my party and his were but a few feet apart the woman whom I assumed was the queen nudged the boy forward slightly.

"Introduce yourself son." she encouraged. He took a step forward and cleared his throat.

"I am Prince Dauphin Francis of France." he bowed to me.

"I am Queen Anabel Stuart of Scotland. This is my sister Princess Mary. It is our honor to be in your presence."

I now realized that I was standing in front of Mary's and I's shared chamber. I knocked on the door and peeked in to see Mary sitting on her bed waiting for a summoning. "Come now Mary. They are here." My words snapped her out of her daze. She got up and walked over to where I was standing.

"Are you ready?" I chuckled inwardly. Everyone seemed to be asking me that.

"Will I ever be?" I questioned back. And with that we headed towards the courtyard for lunch with our guests.

All of the sisters had been summoned to lunch early to await our arrival. There they sat on the long tables and in front of them sat a carriage. Out of the carriage stepped Francis. Mary and I advanced until, like they had merely eight years before, they were a few feet away. With both my back and face straight, I curtsied.

He then spoke in a voice as smooth as butter. "Hello again Anabel."

This is my first story on fanfiction. I apologize if it sucks. Constructive criticism would be awesome. Thank you. R&R

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P.S. These first couple of chapters are probably way off from the first episode but that's cuz I only saw bits and pieces. Sorry.