Disclaimer: I own nothing of Reign, for entertainment purposes only and I have never made a cent from this work.

AN: Here's another chapter for you all. Thank you so much for reading this story, and my other stories. I'll be adding more to what I currently have and will hopefully add a current piece that concerns the episode entitled, "Dirty Laundry". I think we all wish something had happened differently at the end of that episode. I also have this story in the works for early marriage Catherine and Henry that will be up soon. Stay tuned for that if you're interested! Enjoy the read and thank you once again.

"Quiet, Henry!"

The littlest prince of France nodded to his big brother. They had ducked down into a bush at the sound of people coming down the pathway. The youngest princes of France had slipped away from the watchful gaze of their nannies to play in the garden. Who would want to stay inside and learn how to bow properly, anyway? At the voice of a woman coming down the way, the boys had taken cover into the hedge at the edge of the grass thinking it was one of their nannies come to take them back to their studies. Eyes wide in anticipation of being snatched out of the bush, Charles kept a finger to his mouth to remind Henry to be as quiet as he could. Slowly peeking out through the leaves, Charles smiled. It was his mother and his father walking side by side. Mother was laughing and Father was grinning. Mother and Father rarely had times like these, or at least, that's how it seemed to Charles.

"Charles," Said little Henry with a slight tug on his big brother's sleeve. "What's happening?" The King and Queen of France stopped and looked around at that.

"Quiet, Henry!"

But it was too late. Mother and Father had already heard them.

"Charles?"

"Henry?"

"Where are you?"

Rolling out of the leaves, young Henry dusted himself off and smiled brightly at his parents. He never saw Mother and Father together! Charles came out of the bush a little more glumly, not wanting to be sent back to the nursery. Father was smirking at Mother as Mother sighed and rubbed her forehead. Mother didn't seem angry at them, so Charles tried a smile. She smiled back. He wasn't in trouble, and at this he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Charles, Henry. Do you want to tell us why you're out here and not inside at your lessons?" Even though Mother wasn't quite as mad as she could be, she still had her hands on her hips, and that wasn't exactly the best sign.

"Well…"

"I was following Charles!"

Charles glared at his little brother. "We thought we would have a break."

"So you came to the garden?"

"Do your nannies know you're both out here?"

"I wouldn't say…"

"Charles."

"No," He sighed. "They don't know we are here. We snuck away while they were putting away the last lesson and preparing the new lesson."

"What could be so horrible that you would take refuge in the garden?"

Charles scrunched his nose. "Bowing etiquette."

"It didn't seem like much fun."

Catherine looked at her husband with an annoyed, but amused expression. She couldn't help but agree. Coming to France to be its next Queen, she had to learn all sorts of protocols that she hadn't needed to know as a young girl growing up in Florence. Still, she had more patience than all her children combined at their age. Charles and Henry were simply not the type to stay inside all day.

"Boys."

Their father addressed them now. Catherine was surprised. Henry never took the time to spend time with this children, let alone take actual initiative and parent them for once. This was going to be interesting.

"Even though it may not be very fun right now, these are things you need to learn. Francis will need your help to rule one day, and he needs the very best people to do that. You don't want to let your brother down, do you?"

"No, Father." They said with guilty looks.

"Here now, shall I teach you a thing or two?" He swept out an elaborate, theatrical bow. "A king knows a few things, you know."

"Do you have time, Father?" Charles asked. Catherine schooled her features. What a sad thing when a child has to ask if his parent has time for him.

"For this, I do. Catherine, will you assist me?" He gave her a formal bow to which she dipped a perfect curtsey.

"Of course, my king."

AN: I hope you enjoyed this! This was in the works before I got a review asking for a "Catherine and Henry and the boys" update so I think you read my mind, Guest Reviewer. Your request for "an outing of Catherine and King Henry and little Henry" will be coming up soon. I hope what I have in mind will be what you were looking for. If any of you have anything you want me to address, let me know!

To Guest Elisa, thank you! I was hoping people would like my characterization of Catherine. I haven't written her as we've seen her in the show, but I think I've written her as we could safely guess she would be with her family.

To CocoRocks, I completely understand those feelings. Haha, reasons why I'm writing this piece! If you have anything you would want to see, just let me know J