Disclaimer: I own nothing of Reign, this work is for entertainment purposes only.
AN: To be completely honest, never thought I would get a review on these, but hello my dear reviewers! I'm glad you all liked my interpretation of the characters, I think I'm playing Catherine as a mother well, what do you think? Let me know! The last two chapters were a continuation of each other, however, this chapter is just a snapshot of Catherine and the children. There will be chapters to come, I have a few ideas in mind, but if you all have any ideas, I'd be happy to fulfill your wishes! Enjoy the read!
Catherine looked up from her correspondence. "Charles, why don't you go to Madeline and see if she wants to play? It's a nice day out, perhaps you all could play a game?" Her son shook his head.
"I don't want to play with her."
The little prince's mother put her quill down and covered her inkwell. "And why not?"
Charles looked at his mother with a most annoyed look. "She's a girl, and girls don't play fun games. They play dollies and I don't want to play dollies."
"Maybe she'd like to try? You never know. Or maybe you could go adventuring together?" It really would be best if Charles and Madeline got to know each other better.
He went back to playing with Henry and their wooden soldiers. "I've already been adventuring around the castle."
"You could take her around and show her your favorite hideaways, hm? How does that sound?" She gave him her best smile. Her children were the only ones she'd ever really smile for.
"I suppose…" Charles said with a small sigh.
"Just remember to wear your boots, so you don't have to worry about tripping over your laces." Catherine dipped her quill into the ink and began writing again.
"Mother…" Charles whined.
Up went the eyebrow and closed went his mouth. "You don't want to look silly in front of your future wife, do you?"
"No…" Charles got up from the floor, dusting his pants off before handing his toy horse to Henry.
"Alright, then wear your boots." Catherine looked up to his nanny who gave the Queen a nod. The little Prince would be going out with boots one way or another.
"And you, Henry? Have you been practicing your letters?" Catherine asked her baby boy.
Big blue eyes full of guilt turned up to his mother. "Yes…"
"Henry."
The little darling jumped up and took out a piece of paper from his belt. "I made you something instead! Look mother!"
Her youngest son crawled into her lap and presented her with a charcoal drawing. It was a picture of she and her husband with little Henry in the middle and the castle in the background. She smiled fondly at him and kissed the top of his little blonde head.
"Though I do love this, and will keep it forever, will you be a good boy and go practice your letters please?"
"But Charles doesn't have to!" Henry pouted.
"Charles already finished his work for the day. When you finish, you may go play as well, how about that?" She smoothed down his hair. He would need to visit the barber soon.
Henry nodded enthusiastically. "Will you play with me?"
Catherine smiled and gave him a kiss on his head. "If you like, darling, now go on!"
Her little golden boy ran off to practice his writing and Catherine looked down at his drawing. If only.
AN: I hope you enjoyed the piece!