With that I saw Jean point to Leeza. I began to back away grabbing Jean's hand and Francis was kind enough to let me grab the twins before going nuts. We had agreed that if either one of us needed to "emphasise our positions" we would take the kids and run. We didn't want our children to become scared of us. We of course would have to at some point but we were trying to avoid it until they were around 3. I didn't hear the full conversation but oh boy he was loud. He was nearly scaring me. Even, from our room I could hear him. Luckily the children didn't seem to mind.
"Mary, why is papa mad at me?" I heard Jean ask. I placed the twins in their cribs. I sat Jean down at bent over so his eyes met mine.
"He isn't mad at you. He is mad at his sister, the lady you and I were just with. He is mad because she called you a name." I said calmly. Hoping that it would buy us time. I didn't want to explain it until francis was here.
"Oh, yeah that's mean. You shouldn't call anybody names."
"Exactly, you understand that being mean isn't something you should do."
"I understand it but people call uncle Bash,bastard. That wasn't the first time I had heard it."he said.
"Why do people call him that if it could hurt him?
"Well. I don't know. He doesn't deserve it." I said holding Jean's hand.
Catherine arrived and knocked on the door before coming in. She smiled at Jean and then motioned for me to come over. I obliged after kissing Jean's hand.
"Why is Francis screaming at his sister?" Catherine asked I can hear it all the way from the throne room.
"The queen of spain, may have called Jean a bastard."
"Oh great, she calls him something that Francis has tried so hard to prevent. I will talk to Leeza about it. You need to calm your husband down. It isn't good for him to be yelling at a guest."
"Sure but.." with that catherine was gone. Francis returned at was still red faced and his breath was hot. He slammed the door startling the twins and Jean. The twins began crying and Jean still looked like Francis was scaring him.
"Francis, you need to breathe." I said and walked over to him. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me. "We knew it would happen. I'm sorry it did but Jean has started to ask questions.
"Jean" Francis said after taking a breath and calmed down enough to not scare the young boy. I started to Calm the twins down.
"Jean, you know I'm not mad at you right? Papa was mad at his sister." Francis said.
"Yes, Mary explained that to me. But I do want to know why that word is bad."
"Yes, you should. To begin, you know that Mary isn't your mother." Jean nodded. "Good, your mother and I were not married when you were born. We loved each other but we were not married. Because we were not married, any child out of that love is considered a bastard. Do you understand that?" Francis asked.
"I think so. Does that mean that uncle Bash was born to your dad and someone he loved." Francis smiled.
"Yes, that is exactly what it means. Because of that, because we weren't married, you can't be king and you must never call anyone that"
"I knew that. Uncle Bash isn't king. I don't want to be king anyway. They have to study too much." With that he got up and left. Francis smiled.
"That was easier than expected." Francis said.
"It was, but I wished we had more time before we had to explain it." I said. "I assume you want to make a decision on the godmother."
"Yup, there is no way in hell that the queen of spain will be honored.
The Christening went on with all of our invited guests. Both were baptised in the name of God. James, now known as his highness the dauphin of france and the crown prince of scotland. His godfather Charles of france was in attendance, along with Gideon Blackburn representing Elizabeth of england. Anne, now known as her highness princess royal of france and scotland was held by my brother James and I know that Lola was smiling wherever she may be.