OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED SEASON 2 AND SCREAMED ALL THE WAY THROUGH IT AT MARY, WHY DID SHE SLEEP WITH CONDE?! ONLY ONE QUESTION FOR THE PRODUCERS AND THAT IS WHY?! AS IN EVERYTHING WHY?!
ANYWAYY! THIS IS GOING TO BE MY OPINION OF WHAT I THOUGHT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED AFTER THE RAPE INSTADENT AND HOW MARY AND FRANCIS SHOULD HAVE GOT THROUGH A HARD TIME. (LETS BE HONEST IT WAS PRETTY HARSH AND HARD ON BOTH CHARACTERS) HOWEVER THERE ARE GOING TO BE MY OWN SPIN OFF'S AS WELL.
HOPE YOU ENJOY MY FIRST CHAPTER!
Mary POV.
All I could feel is their sly disgusting dirty hands slivering up and down my thighs I screamed as loud as I could through the sweaty hands grip but all I felt was weakness and vulnerability. Then I felt him… I felt alone in complete imprisonment. My own heart screamed but I couldn't make a sound, so this is what it feels like to be alone. My heart gave up too no sound or sign of it appearing…I'm alone in the darkness. Is anyone there? I felt the rush and lust as it flows through my body. The little girl inside me screams but that's when my salvation comes….I am no longer a girl I am a woman and a Queen.
I am the Queen of Scotland and France.
I grabbed a big metal object that I could see out the corner of my eye and wacked the beast before me around the head. He yelped in pain I screamed for the guards as I bolted for the door yanking it open with all my strength then I ran but I could still feel him.
Catherine POV.
All my plans are going perfectly well and falling into place, if only Mary would provide a heir for France and for her safety…both are equally as important as the other.
Just then right in front of my eyes Mary bolted around the corner in a complete mess and fluster.
"Leave us" I commanded my ladies.
"Mary what on earth is the matter?"
The girl just collapsed into tears.
"Let's take this somewhere more private shall we?"
AN HOUR LATER!
"Francis, be patient with her" Catherine advised Francis before entering her chambers.
"Why? I thought the attackers didn't achieve anything?"
"Francis if everything was well Mary would have announced it to court herself but she was in no fit state to do so. So I did it."
By the end of Catherine's sentence Francis could only imagine the worst. "What happened Mother? Tell me." Francis pleaded urgently.
Catherine gestured to her chamber door. "Mary must tell you herself my son." Catherine almost sounded sympathetic and caring; that's how Francis knew Mary was unwell.
Francis entered to see Mary perched on the floor by his mother's desk in her night wear with tears streaming down her cheek soundly. Immediately Francis ran and skidded across the floor kneeling before her with nothing but concern and love in his eyes.
"Mary? What happened my love?" Francis asked reaching out to touch her but Mary flinched away and that's when he noticed the bruises on her neck and arms… Francis gasped as a million thoughts ran through his mind.
"I was raped." Mary choked. Francis went to gather her up in his arms but she scattered away. "Francis, please don't touch me." Mary's eyes were no longer filled with love like this morning but fear took its place.
"I'm sorry Mary. I'm so so sorry." Francis saw there was nothing he could do so he slowly left the room.
A COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER!
Francis lay in his bed alone in the early morning waiting to be called for his duties as King but in that moment he couldn't get his mind off Mary and their troubles. Ever since the attackers raped her she demanded separate rooms and to live separate lives away, the only time he saw Mary was at court and events which they graced the French court with smiles and graces but behind closed doors he never saw her never mind touched her…Mary couldn't bear to be touched by any man not even Francis, the only man she spoke to was Conde his cousin. Francis found that suspicious but now they lived separate lives he had no say…all Francis longed for was how things used to be; they had no cares and loved each other, when apart they longed for each other's arms but now politics took away their youth and was replaced with misery.
The sun began to shine through the curtain which let in some heat through the cold crusty air, Francis rolled off the bed showing his actual age in a boyish manner.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in." Francis said in a groggy voice.
"Your Majesty the nobles request you're presence at court at 11 o'clock." The page boy said.
"Alright…please would you get me a tray of food for breakfast?"
"Yes your Majesty…anything else?"
"Yes, let Queen Mary know of the meeting and give her this." Francis quickly scribbled a note like a flustered boy.
The page boy bowed and left.
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Mary sat in her window sill with her cushions padded around her bodice; head resting against the icy stained glass, Mary didn't seem to sleep a lot lately. She could see the icy hills and lake which followed onto the forest that ran for miles ahead. Mary often wondered how Francis lived now…what he did but that was non off her business, she could see his quarters from her window…That didn't matter now though she had Loui a close friend who made her feel better day by day.
A knock at the door snapped Mary into Queen Posture.
"Come in." Her voice sounded clear, Francis's page boy stood in the door way.
"Samuel, what can I do for you?" Mary made the boy blush at her knowing his name; ever since she arrived at French Court Mary made the effort with everybody.
"Err well miss, I mean you're Majesty... Queen Mary the King has a note for you." Samuel didn't dare give the note to the Queen in case he tripped so he just placed it on the small table.
"Anything else Samuel?" Mary smiled at his dopeness.
"Yes the King wanted you to know there is a meeting at 11 o'clock I think he wants you to attend miss… I mean Queen Mary." The boy got himself in such a state Mary walked towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Samuel you may call me Mary." Mary said as the boy let out a sigh of relief, then Mary realised she was touching a male…she had done it! But as soon as that sigh brushed her face Mary bolted back.
"Is that all?"
"Yes your Majesty… Mary."
Then Samuel left.
Mary stood in front of the burning fire rubbing her hands together; trying to keep warm. Soon enough Kenna, Lola and Greer entered Mary's chambers ready dressed and gathered around Mary.
"Now what to do with your hair?" Greer questioned.
"I think a platted bun." Kenna said.
"No her curls are too lovely today." Lola dismissed that idea.
"What about a side plat with curls framing your face." Greer beamed.
Mary smiled in answer.
The girls had made a joint agreement with a blue lace dress with beautiful patterns around her arms and small stitched on flower petals around the bottom of her dress. Greer had added some jewels to the plat with curls.
"We should plat your hair more often." Kenna smiled.
"Mary what's this note?" Lola asked.
Mary walked up to Lola then she remembered where it had come from.
"Oh Francis sent it. I forgot about it because of what happened this morning."
All the girls looked confused.
Mary dismissed Kenna and Greer quickly making up some silly excuse then told Lola about her getting over her fear of men.
"It was instinct, Samuel was very embarrassed so I just placed my hand on his shoulder but then I felt his breathing and I stepped back."
"This is good Mary! It may not be how it was before but its progress bit by bit you will get better." Lola comforted her Queen.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes Mary. So open that note from Francis and see what it says." Lola left giving Mary some privacy and headed to see her son.
Mary ripped through the ink….
Dear Mary,
I hope you are well. My mind often drifts to you…I understand we will never be how we were before but I wish to try again in any way, if you feel the same way please meet me after the court meeting at our tree.
Your Francis.
Automatically an image of their tree was a painting in her head; they played in it as children, the leaves so big and broad they brushed the floor creating a door for the two playmates to own and say it was theirs. Behind the greenery door was a field with trees surrounding it no one ever managed to find them, either way it would be nice to see their tree again but is it right?
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Francis leaned over John's cot as he slept soundly with a peaceful face. How he missed that feeling? Francis wondered if Mary would meet him but either way he knew he would always have John and Lola who he had grown to see as a dear friend.
Just then Lola breezed in.
"Francis!" Lola said in surprise with a smile.
"I just came to see him before my duties begin." Francis smiled.
"And which duty is that? You're duties to France or Mary?" Lola smiled kindly.
"Mary told you then about my note?"
"No I just recognised you're writing on the note she has yet to read." Lola looked concerned.
"I don't know if she will or won't. I just want to begin my life again with her; everything seems dead and dreary without her, accept for when I come to see this little bundle of light of course." John's fingers wrapped around Francis's finger.
"Don't lose hope Francis, I have a good feeling." Lola said then the two parents gazed at their son happily.
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Mary was waiting outside the court room for Francis so then they could make their entrance as King and Queen but today didn't feel like duty; it felt like it used to feel… nice. Even though Mary's mind was not yet made up she felt excited to see Francis she felt like a girl not a Queen which was rare these days.
"Mary" Loui appeared in front of her.
"Conde, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" Mary asked brightly.
"I just came to ask how you are today."
Flashes of that night appeared in her mind with feelings of disgust and distraught…her bright mood had lost its light.
"I am well Conde, thank you."
"Would my Queen escort me into court?"
Before Mary could answer Francis did.
"Are you ready Darling?" Francis smiled as Mary linked him however Conde frowned at his cousin. "We will join you shortly." Francis more or less told Conde to leave politely.
"Did you get my note?" Francis asked quietly so then only Mary could hear.
"Yes." Mary whispered back while smiling as nobles entered court.
"Will you do me the honour of meeting me?"
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I GOT ONE REVIEW LAST NIGHT BUT JUST FOR YOU HERE IT GOES!
Francis and Mary sat in court on their beautiful crafted thrones waiting for the nobles to begin their issues like they did every day of the King's stressful life.
"We hope you are both well your Majesty's but we are quite mithered about the Protestants and their antics to ruin our Catholic Kingdom!" Lord Casory roared.
Mary could see that Francis was tired of these constant accusations against the Protestants when the problem was being dealt with.
"I think you will find it is our Kingdom, not yours Lord Casory. This problem has been solved already what do you seek to happen now?" Mary said.
"Forgive me your Grace but the Protestants won't give up because you have simply given them a choice on how to live, blood must be shed…it's my Majesty's I worry about for they will aim all their instigating at you. You will be their target! They didn't achieve victory before but when will they next?" Lord Casory argued however Mary's spark went at the mention of that night so Francis stepped in.
"What do you suggest? We go into the village and burn it down? I refuse to do so because if we do protests will begin against us." Francis calmed down the room with his soothing voice.
"We all think my Grace that we should arrange to have them all taken to a protestant country or live in a separate village." Lord Desmond spoke up saving Lord Casory from another grilling.
"But then there would be war between the two villages…" Mary honestly didn't know what to say.
"Fine we shall organise a separate village for Protestants to enter safely with the protection of the crown, I myself shall talk to the commoners to calm their spirits against each other…agreed?" Francis decided and all the Nobles bowed in response.
"Any other politics that need to be discussed?" Francis asked.
Before anyone could answer Leith entered.
"Now is not the time Leith." Francis spoke tiredly.
"Sorry to disturb your Majesty but a Scott's man is here to seek Queen Mary's attention." Leith said.
"Send him in." Mary said immediately.
"Leave us; we shall carry on this meeting later." Francis ordered the Nobles.
Seconds later a well-built ginger haired man entered in a red tartan kilt with a well sown cotton white top and dark red jacket, immediately Mary knew he was a Lord because of his Livery collar. He immediately knelt to his knees with his head bowed.
"My Queen it is an honour to see your grace in the flesh." The man's voice was husky.
"The pleasure is all mine, please tell me your name." Mary walked towards him gracefully.
"My name is Lord Jeffrey Boyd I come from the clan MacDuff, we serve Scotland in your honour but now we need our Queen."
"Well Lord Boyd, what is it you need from me?"
"As you must know, Scotland is losing and we need a revolution from our Queen lassie, we will fall without you las. You're our only hope." Lord Boyd said desperately.
"I understand perfectly. I know of your clan very well I am honoured to meet a man who has served my country so well."
"It's a pleasure my Queen."
"You know Scotland well I presume."
"Indeed I do las and the people in it like my right arse cheek." Lord Boyd said making Mary laugh.
"Well then, you won't have a problem bringing the main Lords of our court here to hold a secret meeting, will you?" Mary asked.
"I don't know my grace; leaving Scotland unprotected…it's a risky game." Lord Boyd said.
"Not completely unprotected, it all seems calm now or else you wouldn't have given me the pleasure of visiting me, bring the most powerful men who will be useful…who you trust. I trust your judgment Jeffrey; you say you know Scotland and the people in it. Bring me the most trustworthy Scottish men you know with title or not… we will rise against England with all forces."
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Francis had left court seeing as his attention wasn't needed so here he sat at their over grown tree waiting for his wife…if she ever came back to him. When he asked Mary earlier if she planned to meet him all she did was say, "Wait and see" in a teasing tone. Francis did hope she would with every heartbeat.
Francis wondered around the small field behind their leafy door; it was a little overgrown as the grass brushed his ankles but so did roses and flowers of all sorts, as the sun shone down on the cold air Francis remembered every moment as a child. Even their names were carved in the trees surrounding the field which hid them from their nanny when they were children.
Francis had sat under the tree for twenty minutes now if Mary wasn't here soon he would return to his duties.
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Mary hadn't had time to think during the morning hours, she had been so busy and now she didn't know what choice to make, the air was frosty today so Mary had made a decision…if the sun shone through her window she would go and see it as a sign from God to go and meet Francis if not she would take off her cloak. Mary just didn't want to hurt Francis like she had been hurt…used and abused then made useless.
A knock came at the door.
"Enter." Mary still gazed out the window.
"Oh Mary you will never guess who I just saw; a Scott's man! He's parading around the Castle right now, he's gorgeous! Do you know him? Seeing as he is wearing a kilt I knew you would…I haven't seen a man in a kilt for ages!...Mary are you okay?" Kenna blabbed until she realised Mary was staring out the window.
"Yes perfectly fine."
"No you're not. What's wrong?" Kenna sat in the cushioned window seat.
"Kenna how do you know when something is right but you're not ready?" Mary questioned.
"Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and hope for the best…you have to test your limits." Kenna comforted.
A moment later the sun shone through the window blinding Mary in sweet torture.
"Thank you Kenna!" Then Mary bolted out of her chambers.
"Mary?!"
Mary heard Kenna's confusion but she just kept running and running, many nobles gave her strange looks but Boyd didn't; he smiled at her wildness. She was panting for breath by the time she was running across the fields and around the castle perimeter where their tree stood tall.
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Francis was ready to leave he was tired of waiting and it was near Luncheon so he got up off his little leafy pouch from the tree and went through the greenery door. As he turned up the path though he saw Mary running with all her will power.
Francis smiled like a Cheshire cat.
OKAY HAS ANYONE SEEN THE S3X4 PROMO THEY'RE GONNA RESURECT FRANCIS! AHHHH HE'S NOT GONNA DIE ALL THESE TEARS FOR NOTHING!
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