Such Beauty
Disclaimer: I don't own Reign.
This story is dedicated to the victims of the attack on Paris last week.
They looked at each other and smiled in relief. Suddenly the throbbing in Francis' head from when the bandit had slammed his head repeatedly on the ground began to grow and he stopped smiling. His sword fell from his fingers. "Francis?" Mary asked. Francis fell to his knees then he fell to the ground. "Francis? Your head can you hear me?" Mary asked as she knelt next him and grabbed his head. Francis grabbed her wrist. "Your head can you hear me, can you hear me?" she asked again. She turned towards the guard that was running towards them. "The king has been injured get some help now!" she told him. Mary turned her attention back to Francis. "They're going to get the carriage, you're going to be alright and we're going to go back to the castle, you're going to be alright," she told him while stroking his face. Francis shook his head. "No I won't," he said. "Francis?" Mary asked. "We were meant to be happy and we were but I have another fate, predicted long ago," Francis said "No, no, no, no, no! We were given a second chance," Mary said. "Well, maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves" Francis said. "No, but Delphine.." Mary began to say. "No more, no more, no more" Francis said shaking his head. "Please make sure that my son is cared for and that he knows that I loved him and promise me that you'll stay in France until the future king is, until he is safe and my mother is secured as regent" Francis continued. Tears began to fall from Mary's eyes. Francis wished he could wipe them away. He hated seeing her cry. " Please Francis, don't leave me" Mary pleaded. "Mary promise me," Francis gasped, "No don't" Mary said "Promise me, promise me you'll stay" Francis said. "I will, I will I promise, I promise" Mary said. Francis eyes moved from hers towards the trees but without really seeing them. "I see such beauty," he said seeing with his minds eye all the moments he had with Mary. Then his eyes focused back on hers. "Such beauty you have brought me" he said. Mary let out a small laugh. "You must, you must wed again. You must love again," Francis said. "I can't I will never love anyone the way I love you" Mary said. It was getting harder to breathe but Francis needed to say one more thing "I pray to God that you do" he said. Then his eyes slowly closed and he breathed no more. When his eyes opened again all he saw was white, a golden gate a little distance away and a little girl. "Father you're finally here" she said smiling. Francis immediately knew that this was the child that Mary had miscarried. He smiled, knelt down and held his arms out to her. The little girl ran to him and he lifted her off the ground and spun her around. The whole area was filled with their laughter. "It's time to enter now father" the little girl said when they had stopped spinning. "Enter where?" he asked. The little girl pointed to the golden gate. "There" she answered. Francis nodded and began to walk towards the gate. The gate opened and together father and daughter walked through.
Author's Note: I have no idea what Francis died of so if anyone could help with what he felt when he stopped smiling and the sword dropped from his fingers it will very much appreciated and I will acknowledge you (please sign in so I can ask you questions). I'm sorry if I got Mary's and Francis' last words to each other wrong. The subtitles on the CW. get jumbled picture I used for the image cover of this story is Francs' daughter (aka Anne).