A/N: I honestly can't sleep so I decided to write some more stuff. :D

Disclaimer: Just like with Once Upon a Time, I do not own Reign.

Chapter 1: Catherine

About 24 Years Ago

Catherine de' Medici stood outside the chapel, heart racing. The only time she had been more scared was when she was in Florence with those men. No. She would not think about them. Not today. Today was another horror story waiting to happen. Today was the day she would become Henry of Valois' wife. Wife. She scoffed. More like property. She had met Prince Henry several times. At first, he seemed very uninterested in her and made few attempts to communicate in her native Italian tongue. Catherine knew very little French, but she knew enough to understand his greeting the first time they met had not been a kind one. So, she enlisted the help of a tutor to help her learn the foreign language. The next time she saw Henry, she was ready to greet him in French. But before she could speak, Henry began to speak in shaky Italian.

"Forgive me." He had said. "I know I was unkind when we first met. I was not pleased when I learned that I was to be married to a foreigner. I hope that I can make it up to you somehow."

Catherine's heart had leapt out of her chest. No one had ever been this kind or loving to her before.

"I understand Prince Henry. I too was shocked when I learned I was to marry the future king of France. I accept your apology, and look forward to you making it up to me." She said in perfect French, adding a wink at the end.

Henry's jaw dropped. Before he could say anything, his future wife sashayed away, with her ladies following behind her. He knew in that moment that she was the one for him. The only one.

Catherine shook herself out of her daydream. She would be fine. Since that day, she and Henry had grown closer. They were more like friends than lovers. She just hoped tonight wouldn't ruin that. Especially since she knew she might freeze because of what happened in Florence. Ugh, she could still feel the men touching her, gripping her arms. NO! I will not let them ruin today. Today is my day to shine. I am marrying Henry, and I think...I think I love him. Nothing can ruin today. She thought, straightening her posture. She heard the music begin to play, and braced herself for what was to come. When the doors opened, she walked into the chapel, head raised high, ready for whatever was to come.

Present Day

Catherine shot up in her bed. Why had she been dreaming of her wedding day again? Her dreams had been getting more frequent and more vivid. She felt like she had been reliving all those emotions over again. She wasn't complaining, she did miss the days when her husband seemed to love and care for her. It was a much happier time. Sure, they had their problems. Catherine had never been comfortable when she performed her "wifely duties" and though Henry tried to be understanding, he grew frustrated quickly. To make matters worse, he and Catherine tried for ten long years and were still unsuccessful in conceiving an heir. Then, Henry met Diane de Poitiers.

Catherine remembered the first time she found out about Diane. She had already collected a network of spies, her "flying squadron" as she called them. Catherine had had her suspicions about Diane for a very long time. She hadn't had the courage to find out if any of the rumors were true until she heard one of the servants say Diane was pregnant. If they were right, Catherine's position as Queen Consort was in danger. She had to know. She had to know if her husband would betray her and if she was the reason they were childless after so long.

Originally, the plan was to send one of her spies outside of her and Henry's chambers and see if Diane came out. But as the time drew nearer to send her spy to Henry, Catherine couldn't do it. She decided that if she was going to find out, she was going to find out the hard way. She went to her chambers, forced herself past the protesting guards, and flung open the doors. There they were, together in bed. Catherine's mind went numb, and she calmly left her bedroom. She instructed her servants to go back and get her things once Henry and Diane were done. Her old chambers were arranged for her, and she settled there for the night.

She didn't expect to get a visit from Richard. She didn't expect to tell him everything that had happened. She didn't expect to find comfort in his arms. She didn't intend to sleep with him. She definitely did not intend to get pregnant that night.

She hid her secret from Henry very well. He was under the impression that she was too depressed to even look at him. He understood, and wanted to give her as much space as she wanted. Even if that space continued for nine long months.

After she had given birth to Clarissa, she was always on edge, waiting for Nostradamus' father to return with her baby. When she was told of Clarissa's death, she simply nodded her head in understanding. When Henry found her a few hours later, she was bawling like a child. For the first time in years, Henry held onto Catherine as she's cried. And on that night, Francis, Catherine's golden child, was conceived. On that night, Henry swore to Catherine that he and Diane were over.

Unfortunately, Henry couldn't stay true to his word. And just like that, Catherine lost all faith in her husband. The two still had conjugal visits with each other to produce heirs, but their love for each other was gone.

Now here she was, many years later, back in that goddamn cell. The whole system was stupid. Henry could cheat on her, and humiliate her in public constantly. But the one time she messed up, the one time she gave into her desires, it was a death sentence.

Francis was gone. Mary was going to marry Bash. Diane still had Henry wrapped around her finger. Kenna was no longer willing to help Catherine.

Catherine de' Medici was going to die for her crime this time. Her husband would make sure of it.