Ok hey guys! this is my first fanfic and this is just a pilot! or a mini pilot cause its really short. please leave reviews and let me know if I should continue this story. ok ily all -Nikki
"Mary you must hurry your carriage is waiting to take you to French Court!," one of the nuns cried. I was shaking while putting on my dress. It isn't any day you meet your future husband. Francis. Oh how anxious she was to meet him. She was excited, yet nervous. What if he didn't like her? "It doesn't matter now,"she told herself. "I must marry Francis for my country, my people."
I look at myself in the mirror. My sky-blue gown looks silky and has beautiful pearls along my neckline. "Mary please hurry," the nun called again. "I'm coming," I say, quickly grabbing my cloak. This is going to be a very long ride.
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I was awoken by the carriage stopping. I immediately stood upright, Faking that I had kept my posture throughout the ride. The door to the carriage opened, and I walked out. I was awed. The French Court looked much more grand than Scottish Court! Someone called "Mary!" and I regained my senses. I looked towards the sound of the voice and it was Aylee! Also next to her was Greer, Kenna, and Lola. We all joined in a group hug then Greer lectured me on my hair. Everyone turned to the sound of the royal family walking our way. I saw the king, and by him… wait that isn't Catherine! "That's the King's mistress," Greer informed me. After the mistress, a young man walked out. "Is that Francis?," Aylee asked. "No. It can't be," I reply. That was not him, I was sure of it. "Well whoever he is," Greer said, "He is gorgeous."
We all giggled and stood upright again as someone else came walking through the crowd. He had luxuriously curly blonde hair and, from my view, he looked like he had blue eyes. Francis! It was him! He looked surprised and i could bet that i did too.
