Hearts Over Oceans

Disclaimer: I do not own Reign or any of the character, I am simply writing a story based on the TV show.

Chapter 1 - Scotland

Mary POV

The waves cascaded off the nearby land "prepare for docking" screamed the captain, Mary turned around and faced the way they had come, she watched ocean

form an arch for where their boat was travelling. Away away from French Court away from Bash & Kenna, away from Lola & her baby away from him…. Visions

of Francis's face when she had set off clouded her mind; his face was expressionless with only a hint of sadness that no body could see but her. She wanted to

stay, but he had told her to leave. She had cried the night before and fell asleep at midnight dreaming of what they once had what she though they would have

forever. "Mary, we need to get you ready for arrival in Scotland" Mary turned to face Greer, the only one of her ladies that had returned with her, after Francis

signed the edict it was no longer safe for Lord Castleroy & his family in French Court, so when Mary has told her friends of her departure, Greer thought it best

they accompany her. "Yes, yes of course" Mary tried to smile but failed, but prayed Greer hadn't noticed, "Mary, do not worry, once Francis realises how stupid

he's being he will rush to Scotland to come be with you." Mary wanted to believe her, but thought it was unlikely Francis would say something like that if he didn't mean it.

Greer and Mary travelled below deck to prepare her for her arrival in Scotland for the first time since she was 6 years old. Once her hair was neatly braided and

her dress was on they returned to the deck and watched as the land became nearer and nearer. As the ship docked and they excited the boat they were

welcomed by cheering commoners hoping to catch glimpse of the young queen, she walked the loud dock with confidence and plastered a smile on her face and

pushed thoughts of Francis and French Court to the back of her mind. She was greeted by her mother who stared deep in to Mary's eyes, Mary preyed she

forgave her for the last encounter… Their last encounter at her and Francis's wedding… A stab of sadness flooded her as thoughts of their wedding day filled her

mind, but she suppressed them and kept her smile forcefully in place. Her mother took her hand and led her in to the awaiting carriage.

"Mother, it is good to see you again." Mary tried to speak confidently but her mother saw right through her "my daughter the queen of Scotland, and now France,

tell me why exactly have you returned." her mother did not waste any time in getting to explanations. Mary opened her mouth then closed it deciding what to

say, if she spoke the truth her mother would possibly laugh or worse at how she was a queen and was choosing to run away from her husband because he was

being as she would put it "mean", but if she lied her mother would see right through her. She decided the truth was really the only option

"Things in France have changed, I may be queen but I have no say in what goes on around me, Francis has stopped trusting me and has shut me out, he is

making decisions that are wrong for France, and is succumbing to the nobles, he has stopped talking to me… He has changed." Mary spoke the last words softly

and slowly trying to believe them herself. "Is that all? Your husband is running HIS country the way he wants and not listening to his wife's opinion" she chuckled

to herself "if that my daughter is the reason you have run away then you are not the daughter I raised you to be" she said, "raised me? You think YOU raised me, you

had me shipped off to French Court on my 6th birthday and I never saw you until my 11th birthday at the convent, and the entire time you were there you

complained about the mud and the dirt, but oh yes I forgot you were there on my wedding day, when you lied and deceived me in to marrying the man you

thought best, but I forgot, thank you for raising me." she yelled, the sarcasm, evident in her voice. Her mother stared at her long and hard "I may not have been a good

mother, but I was defiantly a good queen, I may have lied for you to marry Francis but tell me, did you love him more? Did I honestly do you a great inconvenience? If

you could go back would you change anything?" The carriage pulled to a halt and Marie de Guise excited the carriage and entered the castle, Mary wasn't angry at her

mother for getting her to marry Francis, she had loved him more than Bash she still did, she wouldn't change that, but she just wished their story hadn't ended the way

it did.

This is my first shot at fan fiction, so I hope you enjoyed it. Please Review! Xx