It has finally happened, I caught the fanfiction bug again! Essentially I have always loved Reign but I find myself growing less and less interested in Mary herself and rather focused on Lola as a character. Hence why I decided to do this story. Feel free to let me know what you think of my story, I love reviews as it helps spur me on in writing and put up chapters faster.

It had been a night filled with terror. Blood spilled by the hands of evil men with dark intentions. Desperate men that felt that murder was their only option. Servants and guards had lost their lives in the violent attack from the protestant assassins but that wasn't all that had been taken that night.

Lola had woken from her sleep by the sound of a ruckus outside of her room. An attack…

Her mind was running. Was Mary alright? Surely the guards would protect her Queen but what of her baby. It was safe to say that the child would be safe in his nursery but the mind of a mother was irrational at times when fearful and she found herself unable to remain in her room. Grabbing a shawl and wrapping it around her shoulders, Lola opened her door and peered out into the hall. Normally a guard was nearby but obviously they had gone to see what was going on.

Her dark hair was tussled from sleep and her eyes filled with concern, she was torn between remaining in the possible safety of her room or racing off to be at her infant's side. Narcisse's words sounded in her head as she stood there in the doorway. Should something happen to Francis, what would become of her son? Narcisse had made it clear to her that her son's life was in ever-present danger and had been the moment Francis had claimed him as his own. Her little boy was all she had in this life and she'd be damned if she was going to remain in safety when he could be in danger.

Bare feet slapped against cold stone as she made her way to the nursery as fast as she could, finding the good fortune to remain out of the sight of whoever had chosen to violate the castle with their presence.

Upon arrival, Lola found her little son asleep in his cradle but no nanny in sight. Rushing to his side, she leant over crib to check on him, relieved that he was safe but unnerved that he was left on his own. Had the nanny fled when she heard of invaders in the castle? It was a discouraging thought that fled from her mind the moment she spotted blood on the ground near the door. How had she missed that? Had she been so blinded by concern for her son?

Heavy footsteps approached, the glimmer of a sword off the torchlight caused Lola's blood to run cold. A guard? It was a man she didn't recognize, something that wasn't too strange since she didn't know every guard within the castle. What made her nervous was the blood that stained the drawn sword as he entered, a dark look in his eyes as he looked from the girl to the sleeping baby.

He had been a part of the protestant assassins and while most had gone to the chambers of the king to deal with him, Davin had been sent to kill the King's little bastard. Why should Francis' son be allowed to live when so many of their sons and daughters had died because of their foul king? What right did that child have?

He had killed the nanny and now here was someone he had obviously missed. A little beauty, she didn't have the look of a nanny but did it really matter who she was? She was in the way.

Lola shifted herself so that she now stood inbetween the blood-soaked man and her sleeping infant. She'd sooner die than allow him to harm her child and given the situation, that was likely to occur. She had no martial skill nor did she have any sort of protection. "I do not know who you are but I am begging you, this child has done harm to no one." She felt shaky but her voice remained unbroken and unshaken. If she could stand up to Queen Catherine, she could face a man holding a bloody sword. Catherine was far more frightening by far.

He said nothing as he stepped forward, a grin on his face as he considered her words before brushing them off. No taunting or mockery, no laughter came from him. He simply reached forward and grabbed her wrist. Of course Lola struggled to get her hand back but he was stronger and struck her with the butt of his sword, causing her to fall to the ground with blood slipping from the wound on her head. The world spun and she could now hear her son's loud cries as he had been awoken by her cry of pain.

Watching the figure move towards the cradle, Lola grabbed at his foot pathetically. "No please!" She groaned. "Do what you want with me, I beg you but don't hurt my child!"

Her words seemed to have some effect and the figure paused a moment before glancing down at her. It was terrible how two men within the same castle could have such a cruel thought but they did. As Mary found herself at the mercy of her attacker, so to did Lola. "So, you're the King's whore." Finally he spoke, his voice gruff and filled with hatred and what he did next…

Lola would never forget nor forgive.