"Run away with me" Francis whispered reverently his lightly perspiring forehead resting against Mary's she laughed and captured his lips in a long, engaging kiss. "They'd crucify us," she sighed tugging at the tawny blond curls that crowned his head he pressed her harder against the stone wall of the castle and dropped to his knees. He placed a his palm on her belly closing his eyes for a moment before resting his cheek against her stomach. "Francis," Mary hissed the prince did nothing. "Francis stop that this instant" she whispered shooing him away from her "you are not wearing corsets anymore right my love?" He asked biting his lips his face splaying hints of unabashed worry. Mary grinned and knelt to his level taking her face in his hands "I rid myself of them the moment I was aware" she promised kissing him once more.
Francis stood, bringing Mary along with him and pressed her against the wall once more "wouldn't want to suffocate the future Queen of France" he said with a laugh caressing her satin clothed stomach lovingly Mary placed a hand over his "King of France" she insisted with a smirk "Queen" Francis argued pulling her to him "King" she said lovingly "ours" he whispered ghosting kisses along her slender neck "ours" she echoed with a low moan. "Mary!" A lilting voice called, the pair froze and Francis lifted a finger to his lips Mary suppressed a giggle and buried her burning face into his neck "I would've sworn she was here" Greer said with a pout "Perhaps it was Lola? they look similar from the back" Kenna's voice added "maybe, come now let's go" Greer said despondently.
"This is bad of us" Mary whispered as Francis grasped her hand a led her to his bed chambers, "what's the worst that can happen? You become with child?" He joked and Mary smiled wryly placing herself onto his luxurious champagne colored bed. " I love you" he said settling on top of her so his weight was balanced, not crushing her still small physique, "and I love you" Mary replied in a rasp. "Have we contemplated names?" Mary asked as she lay propped against a mountain of goose feathered pillows absentmindedly rubbing her stomach in soothing circles, the young prince gave a smile and began to suckle at the Queen's neck "Francis the II" he stated proudly Mary wrinkled her nose in a display of distaste "oh darling, must we?" she whined bringing his hand to rest with hers.
"Nicholas?" He pondered she shook her head "Thierry Calan Louis of France" she said waited for his response "Thierry, King of France... It's brilliant love, absolutely perfect" Francis captured her cheeks between his palms and dove in for a lengthy kiss, "If it's a girl?" Mary asked Francis pondered the question before snapping his fingers "Francesca!" Mary peeled into giggles "Francis! That's horrid, why, it's almost as bad as yours, 'Francesca of France'" she mocked. Francis ignored the mockery before speaking, "Rosalie Therese Marie of France" Mary's gaze grew dreamy "it's perfect" she whispered.
The lovers caressed each other for hours Francis babbling nonsense to the unborn child in his lady's womb, and Mary laughing at his antics. "Mary!" Lola called rapping swiftly at the door "Mary! I know you're in there, open up!" Francis looked at her with weary eyes "would you mind?" Mary asked with a yawn stretching her arms above her head before placing them on the familiar swell of her abdomen. Francis cursed in french before opening the door for Lola, "Dauphant," Lola greeted with a low bow "not in private Lola, ignore formalities" he chided with a laugh, her cheeks colored and she walked over to her queen.
"Sebastian and I found some of the herbs you requested," Lola said unraveling a parchment box she'd hidden in her skirts, Mary's expression's grew alarmed "he doesn't know does he? About the-" Lola only smiled "our tiny dauphine is still a secret" she assured Francis gave a smirk at the mention of his child's gender, Mary waved him off. "He only accompanied me on my trip to the creek, you must ingest these fig leaves in order to strengthen your immunity as well as the baby's, this powder will help you sleep at night, you've been rather restless, and finally these plums just to bring some color to your cheeks" Mary gave Lola a long hug.
"I am so grateful Lola," she said with unshed tears sparkling in her dark eyes Lola laughed as Francis came to sit next to Mary "that'll be the hormones," Lola explained patting Mary on the knee "thank you so much Lola, I always knew you were to be trusted" Francis said with a kind smile "it's my pleasure Dauph- I mean Francis" and with that she left the room. "We should be wed soon, before the little Dauphine begins to make her presence known" Francis contemplated pulling the shoulder's of Mary's simple cotton dress away from her body.
"Mmm, it is up to the King" she reminded him lying against her pillows, " I just want to avoid the gossip of how I've ruined you" he mumbled shrugging off the shirt he had been wearing before completely removing her dress leaving her in the purest white lingerie he had ever seen. "The virgin Mary," he mocked in a playful whisper removing the undergarments with tender care "we could claim it was immaculate conception, you are catholic" she said with a giggle twisting his curls around her slender fingers.
"Unlike my father, I'd like to claim my child," he placed a long kiss on her stomach "you are mine Dauphine de Francois" he gazed into Mary's eyes before moving up her body and peppering her breasts with kisses "as are you Ma Beaute Enchantresse". Mary was helpless against his actions her eyes closing as she moaned in ecstasy , "Francis," she whispered wrapping her legs around his waist "eager cheri?" he asked as he sucked viciously at her supple neck he removed himself for a few minutes to rid himself of his trousers. "Are you ready, cheri, ma reine?" he said in urgency his breath hot against her ear.
"Francis!" she called in startled pleasure as he sheathed himself inside of her " Je t'aime Mary" he moaned as he thrust deeper and deeper both of their breaths coming in short pants, Their limbs were wild trying desperately to hold onto each other in the throes of passion "ah," Mary gasped her body stiffening, spasms of heat rushing through her nether regions pulling Francis over the edge as well "Mary," he gasped harshly pinning her lithe body to the bed as he finished. Francis rolled to the side gathering her body in his arms "that will never get old" Francis relented showering the girl in kisses "never" she added snuggling into his side. "I love you, truly" Francis said staring into her eyes Mary's eyes welled once more with tears " I love you as well" she said capturing his lips in a rapturous kiss.
"Francis! Darling! Dinner time my lovely!" Catherine of Medici called from her son's bedroom door "um, yes mother! I'll be down soon!" Francis called rolling his eyes before turning his attentions back to his love "back to politics I'm afraid" Mary nodded with a grim smile "back to hiding is more like it" Francis grasped her chin in his hand "if anyone were to find out about your condition, our condition, you would be ruined and what would my mother concoct for you then?"
Mary kissed him deeply "until tomorrow," she said he grasped her in a tight embrace "until tomorrow mon cheries" he kissed her stomach for the last time before shrugging into the appropriate formal wear. Mary put on her clothing and peeked a head out of the door before walking down the corridor. Mary kept her head down as she walked to her room not realizing anything in front of her. "I apologize sir!" She said in a panic as she witnessed the ghastly form of Nostradamous on the ground "I apologize milady" he scrambled to his feet.
" I also apologize for what I have to do now" Mary had little time to register the black powder that was shoved into her face, suffocating her senses and causing the world around her to turn to black.
