Hello and Happy New Year! This is my first Reign fic. I have caught up on all the episodes only a two days ago and it compelled me to write this. I am switching the canon plotline up a bit and I will let you know how that will work out when I post chapter 2. Please forgive the short length of this first chapter. I do not own Reign, only Margo/Lady Margaret.

"Wait, what?" I shrieked at the screen of my cell phone. I, Margo Welsh, had just finished catching up on my favorite TV show: Reign. Now I was stuck with an awful cliffhanger and a hiatus that lasted another few weeks.

"No..." I whined, scrolling through the CW app in search of more episodes. There were none to be found. I needed to know what happened next in the life of Mary, Queen of Scots. In frustration, I threw my head back on my pillow. I plugged my phone into it's charger and curled up in my bed. I probably needed sleep; I had spent my entire day staring at the small screen, following the story of my favorite royals. I peeked at my wristwatch, which read 1:30 am. Oh yeah. Bedtime for me.

But how could I sleep when I had so many unanswered questions? My mind raced with the possibilities that could be in store. I tried to quiet my conscience by slowing my breathing. In and out. Just breathe, I told myself. My mind wandered, desperately searching for something to fixate on A face showed up in my mind's eye, the face of my favorite Reign character. Bash. His auburn hair and crystal blue eyes where more than swoon-worthy. . Slowly, I found myself drifting off. Soon, sleep overtook me.

I was woken by a bright light. Slowly opening my eyes, I found that I was lying in a canopied four poster bed. This is not my bed, I thought to myself. I felt silk covers rustle as I sat up. The room around me was entirely made of stone. There was a wide sitting window near me, which splashed light around the room. In this strange room there was also a small vanity, sitting chair and a bedside table. A large, crackling fireplace was adjacent to me. Where was I? Everything looked so pristine yet medieval.

I slid off the large bed and looked to find that I was wearing a green day dress that had a silver bodice. The skirt was full due to what felt like several petticoats beneath my dress. Silver slippers graced my feet. As I bent to exam them, my breath hitched. Was I wearing a corset? I rushed the vanity to inspect my crazy ensemble. I stared at the reflection that looked back at me and let out a little gasp of shock. I looked like a character from Reign. A glimmer of light caught my eye. It was the light that was reflected of the light of two silver combs that pulled my wavy hair away from my face. Holy cow! I thought. This is madness. I rested my head in my hands, trying to absorb it all. Just then, a sharp knock at the door startled me.

"Enter." I said, in shock as a smooth Scottish accent flowed from my mouth. Where did that come from?

A female servant entered, bobbing in a quick curtsy. "Lady Margaret, Lady Greer is here to see you."

"Send her in, please." I spoke with a trembling voice. The woman curtsied once more and disappeared. In her place stood a blonde haired beauty I knew all too well.

Greer smiled kindly at me. "Lady Margaret, please forgive my intrusion." A frown crossed her face. "Are you feeling unwell? You are quite pale." She rested a gentle hand on my arm.

"Forgive me, I am a little tired. I awoke only a few moments ago." I came up with a quick explanation.

"Of course, your journey from our homeland must have tired you immensely. Do you feel well enough to attend tonight's ball?" She asked with concern.

My journey? "Yes, I believe so." I replied. A ball at French Court? There's no way I'm missing that!

"Very well." She flashed a brilliant smile. "May I have some tea fetched for you?" I nodded in response. I looked around my room as Greer ordered a servant for tea.

"I'm sorry you had to have Aylee's old room. Does it suit you?" Greer asked upon her return.

"Very much." I smiled. Was I Aylee's replacement?

"Well!" Greer clapped her hands together. "You must hurry and dress for the ball. Winifred will assist you." She motioned to another female servant, who dipped in a curtsy. "Then I will show you to Mary's chambers and we will help her get ready."

"Mary?" I echoed, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

"Queen Mary of course." Greer laughed lightly.

I nodded again just as another servant placed a tea service before me. I was in for one crazy evening.

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