Thank you to chrisrose who gave me great feedback and to the people who liked and followed my story, I honestly didn't think I would get this much just in one day. Because I have other ideas from what I thought should have happened in the episodes of the show I'm going to incorporate them in here and continue. So here's a new chapter, it's longer than the last one hope you guys like it :)
I do not own Reign or it's characters, I just really like the show.
When I reach the door to my chambers my guards are gone, I sigh with relief, at least they won't be able to hear me cry. I walk in to see Tomas looking out the window. "Tomas, what are you doing here?" I'm guessing he sent away my guards.
"Now that our engagement is official, and you are my property I think there are some rules to be set." He turns to me, his face hard and stern unlike yesterday when it was soft and sincere. Why couldn't he wait until tomorrow to go over these 'rules' I just want to be in peace. "You think you can do what you please, but you cannot. You are to act how a Queen should and obey her King. You belong to Portugal now, not France." He grabs my arm, so hard I feel like he is going to break my bones. I wince and try to pull away but he's too strong. "I am your King, your fiancé, and you listen to me. You do not question me-"
"Tomas, please, I-"
"You do NOT interrupt me. I do not answer you to, Queen or not you do not have a say in my court" he continues. His hand lets go of my arm, but as quickly as he does it goes to my face lifting my chin so I am looking at him. "You will be my wife, and you will respect me as a King. Are we clear?"
I force myself not to look away from him, afraid his grip will tighten. "Yes, my lord"
He releases me and walks away, before he reaches the door he says "You better start packing your things, we leave in two days time." I hear the door close, still standing where he left me and rub my soar chin. I'm about to let the tears fall, until I hear a knock on my door announcing its time for dinner and turn to my mirror to compose my best 'brave' face and head towards the dining hall.
When I get back to my chambers I tell my servants I'll ready myself for bed. At dinner Francis and I barely spoke, though that could have been because of the looks Tomas was giving me from across the table every time I tried to speak to him. I feel exhausted from the events that happened today and blow out my candles and settled into bed.
Being alone in the silence of the night is terrifying. You hear your own thoughts louder than you want to and they all come in at once swallowing you whole, leaving you broken. I cannot stop them. Even as I try, they invade and consume me. I think of Tomas, how horrible he is. I think of my country, how desperate Scotland was to need more companies to fight the English and try to tell myself I made the right decision.
I then think of Francis, his face when I signed my name to the woman's statement. To my very first kiss when he told me to marry Tomas. It was desperate, yet full of passion. He wanted to kiss me before he let me go and I am thankful he did. Every ounce of me would like to kiss him again, to feel his soft lips pressed onto mine just one more time. But I will not get that chance again. I cry myself to sleep and just this once let myself be weak.