Summary: The tale of two young girls finding their place as Queen Catherine's ladies in French court. The girls are torn between a traditional court upbringing and what their hearts want. Love, Sex, Manipulation, Power, and all of the Drama. Wil follow the major plotlines of Reig. Better than it sounds. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to the creators of Reign.

A/N: Please R&R ! I think with some support this could turn out well.

Flying Squadron

Chapter 1: A Midsummer Night's Confusion

It was early summer at French Court. The sun sat high in the sky, bathing the Château de Fontainebleau in a cheerful light. Queen Catherine De Medici sat in the castle gardens attended by her Ladies in Waiting. Several of the ladies surrounded the Queen, paying her compliments, in attempts to gain her favor.

The youngest of the ladies, Aurore and Lena, had taken this opportunity to take leave and found themselves standing with their backs pressed against the outer stable wall.

"Careful not to wander too far," warned Lena. "We must remain within earshot of the Queen. I will not ruin my chances of making a good marriage by angering her majesty."

"Hush!" called Aurore as she hiked her skirts up kicking aside a skewed panel on outer edge of the stable. The panel moved to reveal a small opening within the wood; inside of which was a large amber bottle.

"Prithee, tell me what exactly we are doing?" Lena questioned while continuing her sidelong glances towards where the Queen and the remainder of the ladies sat.

"Drinking in good cheer," Aurore stated opening the amber bottle. The smell of ale caught Lena's attention, distracting her from her watch on the Queen.

"Ho…w?" Lena began to question before Aurore chimed in happily, "The stable hands."

"Braxton!?," Lena shouted before her face flushed red. "You promised you'd end that incessant affair," Lena continued in hushed tones.

"I did," Aurore chuckled, sipping from the bottle. "The boy is not an intellect," a devious grin took hold of Aurore's face; allowing Lena to realize that the ale they were consuming was stolen from another one of Aurore's scandalous affairs.

"You wonder why your parents fear for your future," Lena chastised as she took the bottle form Aurore.

"Not all of us have fathers of such nobility to secure us a worthy suitor," Aurore jested as Lena drank from the bottle. "Worry not my friend, I will secure a bright future all my own."

"Not another scheme," Lena chuckled tossing the empty ale bottle aside. "Come friend, let us leave your schemes for anon," Lena reached down helping her giggling friend off the ground.

Aurore took the help and patted the dust from her skirts. "Besides," Aurore went on, "Who needs a suitor when I have you?" Aurore placed a chaste kiss on her friend's cheek and moved to join the other ladies in the garden.

The remainder of the day was devoid of any enjoyable activity and Aurore and Lena found their minds wandering to the happenings by the stables earlier that day. Both girls were relieved when Queen Catherine dismissed them to ready themselves for the Midsummer Festival.

The Midsummer Festival was set to span the week, and was celebrated to protect against evil spirits which were believed to roam freely when the sun was turning southward again. It was a time the girls look forward to every year. The castle was full of nobility from across the lands; meaning there was the potential for both girls to find suitors. The guests would enjoy great feasts spanning the length of the festival. Tents would cover the sprawling castle lawns offering drink and entertainment to all who attended and bonfires would be made so large that the fires would burn into the early morning.

Lena and Aurore mad their way to Aurore's chambers to ready themselves for the festivities. Lena donned a simple green gown. The bodice of the gown was cinched tightly, accentuating her already perfect breasts. The straight skirt had a small cut to show off her legs, which as a tall girl made up a good portion of her body. A jeweled belt brought attention to a slim waistline. A gold headpiece held her curls around her face, and a small amount of rouge accented her natural beauty.

Aurore choose a deep red and purple gown. Aurore laced her bodice extra tight to bring attention to her cleavage. She wore a tighter skirt than Lena as her body curved in places that Lena's did not. She placed a headpiece on her head that was twisted into flowers and adorned with jewels. Aurore skipped the rouge on her cheeks, but painted her lips in a deep red color.

"Men are attracted to a woman's lips. He likes to imagine the uses he has for them," Aurore teased. "You are the most beautiful girl at court," Aurore said admiring her best friend.

"Your heart is gold and your smile like the sun, my friend," Lenna said laughing at her friend's serious tone.

The girls took one last look at themselves before going to Catherin's chambers to attend to the Queen.

Queen Catherine had retired early leaving the girls to enjoy the festivities on their own. Their faces were flush from too much wine, and they linked arms as they traveled through the crowd of noblemen and woman from tent to tent.

"M'Lady," a man called after Lena. "I am Jarrett, trader of weaponry."

"Hello, Jarrett, trader of weaponry," Aurore mocked.

Jarrett ignored Aurore and turned towards Lena, "My father supplies the King's armies with all of their weapons, and I am to do so as well. I would be honored if you would join me for a walk to the water's edge."

Aurore was ready to decline on her friend behalf. She was all too used of doing that; a pitfall to being friends with one of the most eligible girls in the kingdom. Not just in standing, but in beauty.

"I'd love too," Lena responded taking the gentleman's arm.

Aurore watched as her friend made her way to the lake accompanied by the potential suitor, and Aurore felt a pang of jealousy. Aurore was sure it was the new corset and excess of wine, but she wished it was her arms protecting Lena from the cool summer air. She was happy for her friend as they were of age to be married and after all that was a woman's place in life. Each of them strived to make a good marriage and bare sons to secure the future of their husband's name. But Aurore felt differently; she believed her place to be at Court and much like Queen Catherine to be in a position of manipulation and power.

"Don't worry my child; I am sure you too will find a nobleman to procure your heart much like your friend," Aurore felt warm breathe on her neck as a male voice filled her ear.

Aurore spun slowly and was shocked to find herself locking eyes with King Henry. "Your majesty, forgive me for I did not notice your presence," Aurore fell into a curtsey.

"Aurore isn't it?" King Henry's hand graced the small of Aurore's back. "I do wish you won't be so quick to accept a courtship for I would like a chance to know you better," Henry gripped her backside.

King Henry excused himself from the conversation, kissing Aurore's hand, and moving forward to speak with his next guest.

Aurore was taken back by King Henry's forwardness. She had heard stories about the King, but this was the first time she had experienced it firsthand. Aurore felt herself oddly intrigued; after all when it came to power and manipulation, where better to start than the King of France?