Authors Note: okay so this is short because I'm supposed to be studying but I needed a break and this just sort of came to me so here lol hope you like it! Remember to review lovelies xx

His Majesty's thoughts were however interrupted by a knock on his door, followed by a nervous guard coming to alert him that their were a fleet of Spanish soldiers approaching the gates.

"Spaniards?" He repeated puzzled, what on earth would they- "You mean Elizabeth? My daughter is at the gates?" He realised after a moment, though still confused as to why she would've brought so many soldiers or why she hadn't sent word that she'd be visiting.

"Well open the gates, you fool! My daughter has come home" he demanded, smiling to himself as the idiot scurried off to fulfil his orders. Elizabeth had always been one of his favourites, possibly even before Bash. She was beautiful, her raven locks she got from him, along with her height. She was thin and not unlike Mary in her looks but his favourite of all her features were her eyes, she had her mothers eyes. Her mothers raging temper as well he thought with a laugh. She was Catherine's daughter through and through, though she held elements of her father also. So excited was he to see her again the fact that he was about to behead her mother completely slipped his mind. Unfortunately for him it was the news of this betrayal that had brought his daughter storming back through the doors of French Court on the war path.

After leaving Henry, Catherine had returned to her own chambers where she had met Nostradamus and he had explained the changes to the prophecy. Frantically she left to find Mary or Francis, to tell them it was over that they could be wed. This could be the end of all her struggles, her son would be King and she could keep her head if she could only find them. As if on cue as she was running through the halls she spotted her eldest son, her heart melting at his presence, he had come to her rescue, forever her white knight. Running into his arms she held her blond prince close to her heart where she had always kept him safe, but the moment didn't last long as they had urgent matters to attend to. Explaining to him as best she could and with the help of Marie de Guise, she was able to convince her son to go and fight for what was rightfully his. Hope spring to life within her for the first time in days as she watched his quickly retreating figure go off to find his love.

Had he stayed a few moments later he would've seen the dozen Spanish guards surround his mother. "Who are you, what is the meaning of this?!" She demanded alarmed, the ruler of Scotland looking on in confusion as they formed a line of defence around the French Queen.

"Queen Catherine, you are here by under the protection of Spain by order of her Majesty Elizabeth" the leader informed her. It seemed Francis hadn't been the only one of her children that had come to save her.

The grin that spread across her face was one that few had ever seen her wear "Oh my Elizabeth! She's here? Where is she?" She gushed, placing a hand on his armour, searching his face for an answer. "I believe she is on her way to seek an audience with the King of France, your Highness" the Queen paled slightly, she knew how her ebony haired beauty adored her, and as the child that had inherited the majority of both her parents fire, she could only imagine what she would be willing to threaten Henry with in order to get him to clear her of the charges laid against her.

"Excuse me, I must go to her" she said briskly, trying to move past them to the throne room but her efforts proved unsuccessful. "Apologise Queen Catherine, our orders are not to let you leave our sight before Queen Elizabeth has addressed King Henry" the leader stated once more, his french was mediocre at best and his accent was heavy but Catherine understood well enough. Though from the blank expressions of the other guards she gathered that theirs was much worse if they spoke it at all and so she decided to switch to Spanish, thinking this whole process would go much faster if he didn't have to translate back to them. It had been quite a while since she had spoken the language and she was rusty but conveniently enough it wasn't totally dissimilar to her native tongue so she was able to pick it up again quite quickly.

"Well then, unless you feel like going to war, you best accompany me. For if my daughter gets to her father first, there's no telling what might happen." Her authoritative tone coupled with her hard and threatening eyes discouraged them from arguing as they knew it would not please their Queen to upset her mother.

The men nodded their agreement and followed her through the castle halls, but unbeknownst to our dear Queen, she was already too late.

TBC

Get ready for a real hell bitch powerhouse in Elizabeth, I'm writing her to be fierce like Catherine but almost like Catherine on steroids in a way because whereas her mother sort of hides her power and manipulates from behind the scenes more so than anything Elizabeth is going to be very confrontational and determined to do whatever necessary, totally unafraid of consequences etc kind of like Henry so yeah I hope you like her xx