This story is rated M. I do not own Reign.

This is just a small one-shot about Francis and Mary. I plan on posting the main story on here if this goes well and if figure this site out lol.

Chapter 1

I had no idea what I was doing, or why I could do something this dangerous. If I died who would be the heir of Scotland. I started to think of how selfish I was being. I was willing to sacrifice the future of Scotland to make sure Francis lived.

Nostradamus came to me one night and told me about a vision he had. Francis would die during the battle of Calais. One of the last men standing would come from behind and shove his sword in Francis' back, causing Francis to fall to his knees, gasping for breath. He'd fall to the ground and would be dead by the time his chest hit the ground.

I couldn't allow that to happen, not to Francis. He was not going to die during any battle, nor anytime soon. That's why I snuck into the army and disguised myself as a man by binding my chest and putting my hair up. I even had to dirty my face to make myself a believable looking man. I hoped that this was enough to hide my true identity.

It was a frosty evening, snow covered the ground which turned the dirt beneath it into the mud. The only warmth was by a fire, which where I was. I sat on the ground but sat very close to the fire to ensure that my clothes would dry if they had gotten wet from the snow.

I looked up from the fire at the other men that sat around the fire. They all looked restless and eager to kill. These type of men were terrifying. I was afraid that if I looked at one wrong they would kill me, so I made sure to keep my eyes wandering. But it seemed pointless to sit near these type of men, so I stood up and was about to leave but one of the men spoke. "Think you're going to find a warmer spot, boy?" The man had messy shoulder length hair and a bloodcurdling face. I shook my head at him. "I just wanted to rest my eyes."

The man raised his furry brow. "You sound just like a woman." He stood up and walked over to me, then looked my body up and down. It felt disgusting having this man's piercing eyes examine my body. "You have the figure of one too."

"I wonder if he fucks like a woman too?" Another man holding a mug said as he laughed. The main man grabbed my hands and pulled me toward him, my chest was against his. I tried pushing his body away from mine. "Stop it," I commanded.

"I haven't had me a woman in months because of this bloody war." The man mumbled. I managed to get out of the man's grip and push him away. "I'm not a woman, so stay away from me." I glared at the man and walked away, but I could hear the men surrounding the fire laughing. As I walked I feared the man was following behind me, but when I turned back I saw no sign of him. I sighed with relief and continued walking around camp. There really wasn't much for me to do. I wanted to sleep but was terrified that those men would do something, so I continued to walk around.

Suddenly, I found myself in front of a royal's tent. I was almost tempted to walk in and give up, but I couldn't. If I wanted to protect Francis I would have to hide and see this through. I couldn't be weak, not now. A small noise came from my stomach. I put my hand on my stomach and rolled my eyes. I was hungry but I wasn't willing to eat the food here. It all looked so unappetizing. Then without warning the material was pushed away from the entrance of the tent and someone came out. When he lifted his head my eyes widened. It was Francis. I was shocked to see him and in that shocked state, I had forgotten to bow. A royal guard behind me slammed the pommel of his sword into my back, causing me to fall to the ground on my knees. I breathed in heavily, trying to get back the air I had just lost.

"You will bow before the Dauphin!" The guard shouted at me. I looked up at Francis. I could tell he didn't like the harsh treatment, but he stayed quiet. "My apologies, Dauphin." I lowered my head.

"It is quite alright. We're on the battlefield now. We are all equal." Francis said kindly. He lowered his hand for me and I took it. He pulled me up and I nodded as thanks. "I saw your hand on your stomach. Are you feeling alright? If so you should head to the infirmary." He smiled. "We can't have a sick army marching into Calais."

I shook my head. "No, your majesty. I'm quite alright." Francis nodded then turned and began to walk away. It was truly amazing how Francis would care for the smallest of men. I was about to turn and walk in the opposite direction, but I saw the man from earlier standing to the side. He had a few men behind him as well. The look on the man's face was one I've seen plenty of times before but on hunters. When they were stalking their prey. I clenched my fingers tightly into a fist, then started walking in the direction Francis went. I didn't know what I was going to say when I caught up with him. I couldn't exactly just wander around him like a lost puppy. If I did follow him all night they would suspect me of something. When I caught up to Francis I almost wanted to reach my hand out and grab him. If I did that I would definitely lose my head.

I could tell the man and his friends weren't too far behind me. I had to do something quickly. "Your majesty," I said, almost too loudly. Francis and his men turned toward me, disgust covered his men's faces. "What is it?" Francis answered.

I had so many things running through my head. What was I going to say? Should I tell him it's me, Mary? Tell him about the men who are following me?

"Your majesty doesn't have all day. Spit it out!" One of the generals shouted. I took in a deep breath and racked my brain for something to blurt out. I could talk to him about the attack tomorrow. They mentioned going in headstrong, but wouldn't it be better if we trapped them?

"Is it true you plan to attack Calais from the front entrance, rather than split up your troops and send them in from each side to trap them and seize Calais from the English?"

Everyone was speechless. This was extremely dangerous. No one other than Francis and the generals knew of the strategy and it was dangerous that I was questioning it. "You stupid peasant." The general hissed. "Are you a spy?" The general took a step forward and waved his hand. "Arrest this man!"