Queen Mary

Such time here brings me joy. In Scotland, and France, I never could enjoy my youth. I had to be regal for my subjects and future reign. And while that's fun, I enjoy playing football with the other girls here in the nunnery.

"Lola, you fowled!" I yell, laughing as I take the ball from her, kicking it down to a teammate down the way. We're all having such a good time, we almost ignored the dinner bell. However, playing usually equals hunger, and my growling stomach just proves my point.

"Meal time!" One of the sisters shouts, and we all run to the table. Sometimes I wonder if they even know I'm their future Queen, as they treat me like I'm just like a commoner. Not that I'm complaining. I've come to enjoy the carefree life style while my mother runs Scotland in my place. As we sit to eat, I notice one of the nuns behaving rather odd, having an unusual gait, before she suddenly collapses on the table, sending soup and wine up in the air. The sisters all rush forward, us girls and boys standing back in horror.

"My Queen, tis time you return to the castle of King Henry and Queen Catherine. This holy place can't protect you anymore. She was your taster for all these years, and if she was to ever be murdered, you are to be sent back to court." The head nun announces. I have no choice but to let them haul me away to my carriage that will lead me and my ladies back to the high court of France. I can't believe someone wants to have me murdered. I have no real power, and yet I'm targeted by extremist. Hopefully, French court can protect me.

Queen Catherine of France

Oh, this is a time of celebration. After ten long years, Mary of Scots is finally coming back to court. I do feel pity though, as the nun killed was one of my favorite ladies. But Mary is finally coming home! I must tell my son, the future King of France.

"Francis, I have simply wonderful news." I say, entering his chambers, frighting him and Olivia, his plaything since Mary went way.

"Mother! Have you no decency?" He asks, making a feeble attempt to cover themselves up.

"Oh please Francis. Decency is nonexistent when your a royal. Speaking of royal, I have wonderful news. Mary is coming back to court!" Oh, the look on his face is priceless. Maybe now Olivia will go back to where she belongs. Where ever that is.

"That is news mother. But, I'm not ready to wed." Oh, not this again Francis.

"Francis, your are the Dauphin of France, and soon to be the King Consort of Scotland in a Alliance that will stand up to those pesky English folks just across the sea. Maybe even an empire that will one day overshadow Spain. You have no time to act like a commoner. Now, pull yourself away from this woman, get your best clothes on, and meet your future bride with open arms. Be lucky Francis, that your marrying the girl you've known your whole life, instead of four years like me and your father." I know that last bit stung, but it seems to work.

"I don't want to be my fathers image of King mother. I just think I'm being rushed into this whole marriage to someone I haven't seen since I was young." I sigh, and get serious with him. Sometimes he's so much like his father.

"Francis, you blow this alliance with Scotland, not only does Mary lose her crown, we lose an important military and trade agreement for France, that will plunder us into chaos, and mark your fathers rule as a mad King. The military will take over, and the Valois will crumble before us, God forbid turning France into a republic. Now, get out of bed, put clothes on, and greet your future wife this instant." With that, I leave his chambers, a smile on my face. Once he sees Mary, he'll forget Olivia and be more than willing to marry Mary.


I know I'm taking forever, but I am working and doing youtube (Read on my profile)so I have little time to update. I'll update when able. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. R&R!