A/N: This will be a six-chapter series of drabbles. Some will be longer, and some shorter. Prompts for this series and future ones are accepted, please feel free to leave them in a review or PM me! :) Would love to hear some ideas!

Disclaimer: I wish Reign and its characters belonged to me. But, no.

1. Throne Room

The carriage pulled up to the castle gates, with the horses slowly coming to a stop. The Dauphin stepped out first, then he did, following Francis inside to the large ancient castle. They navigated winding hallways, hearing the clanking of the guards' armor and the fanfare announcing the king's arrival echo off the stone walls, until they reached the throne room, where the king ascended to take his seat on the throne.

As a second fanfare was called, Lord Conde made his way to the side of the room along with the other nobles that were in the room. He turned towards the entrance and it was then that he laid eyes on the queen for the very first time. Dressed in a two-tone crimson red gown, she lit up the room with her very presence, shining brighter than the gold of her crown and acting like a magnet to everyone's eyes in the room, including Lord Conde's.

What people have said about the queen has been true, he mused. She was very beautiful, indeed. Mary took her place on her throne next to Francis's side, and the entire room bowed in greeting to them. One by one, they approached the king and queen and kneeled to them, asking for their favor and receiving a nod and a smile in return.

As Conde approached the queen, he knelt before her, but couldn't draw his eyes away from hers, keeping his head up even as he kneeled, taking her hand and planting a kiss on it.

"Your Majesty," he intoned, removing his lips from the soft skin of her hand.

"And who might you be, my lord? You are not a familiar face at court," she replied, drawing back her hand into her lap.

"I am Louis, Prince of Conde, distant cousin of the king Francis," he answered, as he straightened and stood up. "I attended him back to the castle after his life was threatened by some enemies to the throne."

"Well, Lord Conde, I am in your debt and you have my gratitude for your services to the crown. You are a guest of the castle and are free to stay however long you like here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," he replied, moving away from the throne and towards the exit dutifully.

He couldn't help glancing at her again as he walked out of the room, though.