Mary awoke to her ladies in waiting fretting above her and a damp cloth pressed against her forehead. She smiled for a second before covering her mouth and fleeing from the comfort of Francis's bed and became sick in the chamber pot. "Oh Mary," Lola sighed leaning behind her queen and gathering her tresses in a gentle grip, "how horrible you must be feeling" Lola cooed patting Mary gently on the back. Mary moaned and stood with Lola's help and was escorted back to bed, where the questioning stares of her ladies pierced her like knives, " go on then," Mary started with a weary expression " Mary are you?" Aylee started with a tentative glance towards Mary's belly "pregnant? Am I pregnant?" She said quietly Aylee nodded clasping and unclasping her hands "yes, I am" Mary stated calmly "Mary! You're ruined!" Cried Greer fanning herself with a venetian folding fan.
"It's Francis's of course" Mary explained fondly caressing her stomach "but- but-" Greer complained "but he loves me Greer, Aylee, Kenna Francis loves me, and this baby" Greer sighed "as long as you're happy Mary" "I am," the girls all smiled and began to fawn over their pregnant Queen "names?" Greer interrogated "colors?" "clothing?" Mary laughed at their excitement before frowning at Kenna who had distanced herself from the commotion. "Kenna?" Mary called to the girl who stood staring out of the window Kenna turned slowly as if it pained her before bursting into a sob. "Kenna!" Aylee screeched running to her friend and bringing her to sit on the bed "I-i-My... indiscretions with the king have seemed to have resulted in.. my- my- being pregnant with his child!" She sobbed into the bed covers.
The girl's jaw dropped in shock, and Greer's lip curled, " Did we not tell you that this would go horribly wrong?" Kenna only cried. "Greer, do not be cruel" Mary scolded Kenna looked up with watery eyes " Mary, she is pregnant! With the king's bastard!" Mary nodded in understanding and ran her fingers through Kenna's tawny blonde hair, "I-I never wanted this! Not ever! He told me today that he loves Diane! I was a distraction! And now his breeding whore!" "she is ruined Mary, her title is null and void, who will take her now?" Greer questioned Mary was at a loss for words because it was obvious that while the King focused his attentions on Kenna, no other eligible suitor would. Francis entered the room with a tray of cheeses and grapes.
"I'm sorry, shall I come back later?" He asked taking in the scene before him. Lola stood "no, Francis Mary is feeling much better now, shower her in affection" "that should be easy" he laughed kissing each girl upon the cheek as they left, noticing the glistening tears on Kenna's.
"Hello Mon Cherie," he cooed placing a gentle peck on her forehead pressing his palm against her belly "bonjour," she smirked kissing him lightly "I love when you speak french," he admitted lying beside her kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. "Where have you been? Or rather what have you been up to?" Mary asked with a raised brow and a curious expression Francis grabbed her hand in a tight grip but avoided her penetrating gaze, "Francis?" She asked he sighed. "my mother, I went to her cell and demanded answers, the outcome was ridiculous as expected, but-" "but?" Mary pushed "but, you know that I believe not in superstitions, or visions," "visions?" she implored. Francis rubbed a hand over his tired face "It seems that Nostradamus influenced her judgment, by saying that our union would result in strife, barrenness, and ultimately death."
Mary grew stiff "but I am pregnant," she whispered Francis was quick to reassure her "of course you are my love, of course, that is when my mother began to realize the severity of her actions, I was to die the day after I took your virtue, Nostradamus was wrong in his assumptions, he will burn for it, my mother on the other hand I quite repentant and I..." "you know not how to punish her" Mary finished Francis leaned to her neck and placed a whispering kiss "she is truly sorry for buying into the nonsense, she even wishes to meet her future grandchild" "I am afraid that your mother's fate lies In the hands of your father," Francis groaned "I am aware, that is what stresses me the most" He rolled onto his stomach and breathed harshly. Mary's eyes began to glint with wanton mischief.
As quietly as she was able, Mary began to slide out of the cotton night dress, leaving her covered only by the cloth of her undergarments. She pawed over to his side of the bed and straddled his back "Mary!" he shouted in a half laughing half startled yell "shh," she whispered as he rolled onto his back Mary grinned and popped the buttons of his shirt removing it from his torso "I want to rid you of all the stresses of being a Francis" she laughed undoing his trousers and sliding them from his body, he chuckled and put his arms behind his head, gazing at her. "Now, do not think ill of me but, I've eavesdropped on some the.. racier servants and I've... picked up a trick or two" before Francis could question her antics she pushed down his briefs and engulfed his throbbing member in her warm mouth.
"Mother of god!" Francis yelped as Mary wrapped her mouth tighter around his appendage "Mary, Mary, Mary," he grunted thrusting into her tight mouth he finished with a low, lengthy moan and gasped as she released him with a loud 'pop'. He wrestled her into his arm and removed her remaining garments before sheathing himself inside her "That," he accentuated with a slow thrust "was," another thrust "brilliant" he finished groping her breasts as she moaned in abandon. They climaxed together each shouting the others name, hands grasping wildly limbs tangled beyond unraveling.
"Each time we are together the experience is more intense, do you feel it too love?" Francis asked nuzzling his nose into her now damp hair "of course," she replied running her nails gently across his back careful not to scratch. "You never did tell me what troubled Kenna" Francis reminded Mary after they had settled down from their expenditures, Mary frowned "It is a Queen's duty to keep safe the troubles of her people" she murmured twisting a lock og his golden hair around her ring finger. "It is the Queen's job to obey her king," he pushed suckling gently at her neck.
"Kenna seems to be, with child" Francis froze, "with... with whom?" "with whom do you think Francis? Your father of course" "another bastard roaming the halls does his treachery never end?" Francis raged "Francis! You love Bash! How dare you?" "She's but a girl! An innocent girl and he's ruined her and she and her child will never be as important as Bash and Diane" He placed his head in his hands. " What bothers you? The prospect of a new sibling? You're about to become a father yourself love, you won't be focused on her baby" Francis lay his head in Mary's lap, " I'm afraid," he said with a cough "afraid of what? Fatherhood you will do fine-" "no, I'm afraid of one day becoming my father a cold, heartless ruler, who trifles with the heart and cares for none but himself."
Mary leaned to kiss his forehead "you are Francis. You are kind, loyal, honorable, passionate, diligent, all of the things that Henry could never hope to be, this is why when we reign, you will be the most beloved King of France the books have ever seen." He kissed her knuckles before lightening the mood, "is our child hungry?" he wondered pressing his nose to her belly " your child's mother is quite hungry, and I am afraid the cheese has gone stale and the grapes warm" "shall I call the cooks and have them serve us here?" Mary shook her head "as a Queen I am to appear strong at all times," she began to gather her clothing and dress "no one would blame you for resting darling, it has been a trying time for you."
Francis eventually won the debate and the servants began to arrange a variation of french delicacies in his chambers he thanked them and grabbed a tray of strawberries. "Open" he commanded Mary obeyed and took a bite of the fruit her eyes rolling in delight "it's delicious," "you are delicious," Francis said cockily she threw the strawberries stem at his face and reached for a warm croissant. "Do you think that Kenna's child will affect the line of sucession?" Mary questioned Francis frowned, "unless my father sees reason to appoint a baby not to mention legitimize it," Mary nodded "why does that worry you?" he questioned Mary shrugged "I just want our family to have it's chance on the throne" Francis grinned "and they, we, will."
Mary waited until Francis had dozed off to tip-toe down the hallways and towards the mistress's chamber, to Kenna. "Kenna? Open up it's Mary" to her surprise A shirtless King Henry appeared. "Mary," he greeted "Henry," she greeted back avoiding his glistening chest "I will be back dear" he called to a shivering Kenna behind him before pushing past Mary. "Kenna!" Mary called enveloping the girl in a hug "what's wrong? Did he hurt you?" Kenna sobbed in uncontrollable bursts "he's- he's sentenced a physician, to rid me of the baby" Mary's heart turned cold and her eyes gleamed "we're getting you out of here, tonight."
Kenna cried some more before sniffling into Mary's hair "thank you." She gasped "it'll be alright Kenna" Mary soothed not sure if she was reassuring herself or the sobbing girl. "Why does he want to rid you of the baby?" Mary asked helping Kenna pack a bag of belongings "I have a secret, that I am not proud of" Kenna relented "the child... It does not belong to Henry he... realized this just as you arrived and now I have too, in makes sense really as we havent been together in monts I should have known..." "Kenna!" Mary scolded Kenna cringed "who's is it?" "the child... it's Sebastian's".