The Shadows of the Past
A.N.:Warning! There is an explicit sex seen in this chapter. If you're not into that, I sugere you stop reading when it gets to the kiss, and start again after the change of scene. Thank you.
Chapter 3
The King run as fast as he could. Servants, soldiers, the guests, everyone watched him run to back to the Castle. This can't be hapenning! Not now, not when we're good... He barged into the Castle, his mind racing... Who could've donne that? Why would someone try to kill the Queen of France? What could people hold against her? Ok, maybe there was a lot of people with good enough reasons to kill her... But still! Catherin de'Medeci is Queen of France! Anyone that would atempt on her life would have to deal with him!
Except that no one knew that. He had always been so... not interested in her, always mocking and humilliating his wife that one might think that by killing the Queen he would get into the King's favor. He didn't protect her, and now this was his fault...
Henry looked at the body he carried. Catherine was covered in blood, her skin as cold as ice and she was shivering. Her eyes were closed, her lips were starting to turn blue and her forehead on fire.
"Hold on Catherine. We're almost there." the King didn't even nocked before barging into Nostradamus' chambers. Carefully, he put his wife on the bed, and pulled the covers up. Nostradamus was quick. He grabed a knife and started ripping her dress of, examing the redish spots that were all over her.
"Your Majesty, I need to know exacly what hapenned." the "wizard" didn't look up from his work.
"We were dancing,we kissed, we grabed some drinks and went siting near the lake. Then Catherine started coughfing blood and shivering and I brought her here."
"And what was she drinking?"
"Red wine, I think. It was from one of my father's old bottles thought."
"Was she the only one drinking it?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, almost everyone was drinking it. What... what are you doing?" Nostradamus was toutching every single inch of Henry's wife. He didn't like it at all.
"Trying to find out if she was stinked by a bee. Normally the infected area gets inflamated because of her alergies."
"Oh..." Henry was quite sure is wife wasn't dying because of a damn bee, but...
Both man stayed like that. The King, holding the Queen's hand, the wizard, doing everything he could to keep her alive. Neither of them saied anything during the long three hours it took to make Catherine estable. They were both scared: Nostradamus of losing his best (and almost only) friend, and Henry of losing his wife. When it was obvious Catherine wasn't going to have a breack down, the kids and others were aloud in the room.
"Mama?" litle Henry and Charles were the first ones aloud in. They were terified to see their mother laying on a bed, so pale.
"Papa, will Mama be alright?" the littler one had tears in his eyes.
"I... uhm... You're mother is a very strong women. I think she'll make it." the King patted his head.
"Do you think Mama will be better with a kiss?" Charles asked.
"I think she will love it." Henry grabed and helped his kids kissing her. They left to their respective rooms, but the door didn't close, and a blond head pecked.
"How's Mama, Father?" Francis sat on the bed, caressing Catherin's forehead.
"I'm not sure. Nostradumos couldn't find the problem."
"Father...look, about what hapenned today... I don't know what you're up to, but if you think you can play with her like you do with your whores, you are seve-"
"I'M NOT PLAYING WITH HER!" Henry sighted. "Look, I know I made lots of mistakes, but now it's diferent. Now I kno-"
"Now, now, now! That's what you allways say! Every time, every single fucking time, you say the same thing: this time is for real, this time it's diferent... I'm tired of watching you hurt Mama! And I won't stand it!"
"You don't understand! This ti-"
"I don't understand?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND?! WHAT IS IT THAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!? OH LET ME GUESS! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY MAMA CRYS HERSELF TO SLEEP! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE'S NEVER WITH OTHER PEOPLE ASIDES FROM HER CHILDREN OR IN PARTYS! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE BARELY EATS! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF ALL FRANCE WHILE TAKING CARE OF ALL HER CHILDREN! AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND TOO: WHY PUTS UP WITH YOU EVERY DAY!"
Francis got out of the room without one last glance towards his father. How could he?! How could he?! After everything... How could he clame that he loved her after he had almost killed her?! Yes, it's true that she wasn't the easiest person ever, but he had donne the same! He had donne worse! If it wasn't for him, his mother would've died, he and his siblings would had became orphans with nowhere to go... Francis was so focused on this thoughts that when he entered his room, he didn't notted someone was already there.
"You're ok Francis?"
"Ugh? Oh, hey Mary." he jumped to the bed and laid next to her. " I'm just worried about my Mama."
"She's a strong woman. She'll make it."
"I'm talking about Father. I don't like what's he's doing."
"What, why?! Catherine seemed so happy today... I've never seen like that before."
"Well, I did. I remember that from time to time she would be just like this. Those were the bests moments of my childhood. All my siblings were concepted in those times."
"What hapenned?"
"Dianne hapenned. Woman like Kenna hapenned. This knew Penelope hapenned. And Bash too... Even thought my mother did everything she could to try to make us friends and not rivals. She allways tried to protect us, you know? She used to say tha my father was a very busy man, that the only reason he spent so much time with other women was because he helped them. I used to see him as a heroe. Of course I notted the change in my mother, but I didn't know what was wrong, so I just draw her something. Her face with lit up instantly. She does have a box for each one of us where she keeps the most important things: our first milk tooth, everything we ever gave her, stuff like that."
"When did you first realise that your mother was lying?"
"Don't say it like that. Of course she was lying, but it's not her fault, she was just trying to protect us."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it tike that."
"I know... It's just that all of this leaves me very pissed off." Francis sat on the bad and rest his face in his hands. "When I was very small, I didn't doubt anything my mother told me. But when I started getting older, I notted somethings: my father hardly ever came to my birthday party, but he would allways be in Batch's; my father allways gave me the same thing as a present, while Mama would take days to choose the perfect one, allways being original; he didn't eat with us; the Nobles of the Court would leave in pairs in the same direction when they went to their rooms, while my parents would head in oposit ones; sometimes my father would be in my mothers room at night others not; my father never came when I had a nightmare... Stuff like that. He still does that with the litle ones. But I supose it's easier for them and Mama: at least now I can help. But I don't think me, Maud and Elizabeth will ever forget when we caught him in bed with Dianne."
"You... you saw them?" Mary had tears in her eyes. She knew that the relationship between the Rulers of France wasn't the best one, but she never thought it would be like this... For both Francis and Catherine... Of course she didn't want Francis to get maried, she would be completely alonne... But still she saved her, and her ladies too... She saved me! And then we tried to get her killed... And we chained her to a wall like an animal and we mocked her and we made up documents... But she did try to kill me later! Why would she save me and then try to kill me? I need to talk to her...
"Yeah... I think that in that moment everything shatered... All the joy and pride we felt for being his children turned in to hate... I remember I cried for days. I was convinced that it was my fault. We all were. We thought that if we had been better kids he would still love us. It was my Mama who conforted us. It's allways my mother who gets the consequences of my fathers acts, and all because she is not from France..."
"Ah... Francis, I'm not from France either and that doesn't happen to me."
"Yes, but I don't cheat on you neither do I mocke and humiliate you in front of everyone, do I? Do you have an idea how many times my Father showed up in a social event with one of his whores instead of my mom? And this shit know about "Queen Penelope"! Really, if that girl says something to me, I swear I will put her in place!" he stoped for a moment. "I just don't want my Mama to get any further hurt. I don't think she would be able of taking it..."
Mary didn't know how to answer that, so she leaned in to her husband and kissed him. It wasn't a sexy one, netheir one full of passion and lust. It was warm and nice, like it was saying it's ok, don't worrie, I'm here, you can trust me. They kissed for several minuts, until they couldn't take it anymore. Their hands roamed throught each other bodies, felling and sensing everything. Mapping the other one's bodie. This conversation had left them scared. Scared of ending up like that. Scared of being pulled apart from each other.
Slowly, Francis started undoing Mary's corset, playing with her earlowb, kissing her neck. The Scotish Queen grabed the Dauphin hair and pulled him down, to her breasts. He played with them for a long time, sucking one nipple while caressing the other, then change to the other one and doing the same processe. Mary gasped when his thumb caressed her tights, and the other hand pulled her skirts off.
Mary, who had been laying in the bed, sat in front of her husband facing him. She undid the butoms of his shirt, kissing him. He kicked of his boots, then his pants, until both of them were lying naked.
When they first got maried, it hadn't been Francis' first time, but still they were taking it slowly, not only because it was just a few weeks ago when they had maried (Mary's first time) but because this was supposed to be a sign of love, not only lust. Oh, they did love each other. Since he was litle and Mary had gonne live in the Convent, he had missed her every single day.
So when he pushed inside her, she didn't felt the twing of pain, only his breath in her neck, moaning her name. The first thrusts were slow, but as they were being pulled to the edge, it became faster and faster.
"Oh... Francis... God... I'm, I'm... Ah!" Mary came full force, and her muscles tigghten around Francis manhood.
"Dieu... Mary... Tellement bon... Ah!" a few thrusts later, Francis came inside his wife. With same luck soon they would be parents.
Mary snugled closer to him, resting her head on his bare chest. Francis warped an arm around her in both a protective and possessive way. They fell asleep like this, in their loved one arms.
The room was dark, the remainings of the fire the only clue that someone had been there. The shadows danced in the wall, creating monsters and creatures that would certainly terrify the comun human. But not the man that walked to the table. He stared at it for severel seconds, before turning to the figure standing near the window.
"So?"
"Nothing donne."
"What you're gonna do?"
"Don't know."
"Better find out soon. Our Lord doesn't have much pantience."
"Don't worie. I have my ways. And who would stop us? I doubt anyone wants her here."
"Carefull. The King was quite... fascinated with her today."
"I got someone working on that. Soon, we'll have what we came after."
TBC...
A.N.: So, I hope you enjoyed! I just want to say some stuff. From now on, I'll be posting an new chapter every seventh day of every month. Not counting May, because this was supposed to be its chapter, but I was just to excited to wait. Second, I've started a Hunger Games' fanfiction about Effie and Haymitch, if everyone is interested... Warning: there explicit sex in it. . Also, you can give me prompts and ideas for knew fanfictions. My next fanfic will be probably about Winx, Trix. I think that's all. See you later alligater.