Sorry for the long wait but here is the chapter. I read over the reviews for the last chapter and I have tried to make this chapter both longer and filled more Fray. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Bash was walking out of the servants now that was nearing dinner time, and as he getting closer to the exit more servants of all ages were passing him. Each one giving him a shocked look, it was very rare for them to see a noble man in what was widely considered 'their domain'.

Ignoring the looks being shot his way Bash recalled what the woman said to him about the letters. If he could find them then they could be well on the way to finding the man responsible for this crime, and from the reaction the lady gave him Bash could make the assumption that her husband wasn't a part of the plan or that he was and never told her.

But perhaps the most interesting fact of all was where his room was located. Before they had went their separate ways, she had told him that her name was Isabella and that her husband was a minor noble near Dover, not powerful to own the castle but the surrounding villages were all under his control.

That was suspicious on its own as Dover was known across Europe as the gateway to England, so it would make sense that would be the were the criminals departed England. Bash thoughts were soon interrupted when he reached the door that he was looking for, slowly opening it he saw the room.

It was dimly lit due to the dark look of the furniture of the room. There was a large double bed on the left side of the room and a desk perched near the window. The whole right side of the room was filled with toys for children. After looking around the room Bash's eyes went straight back to the desk, Isabella had said that she spotted the letter on the desk so that was where it or others like it may reside.

As he reached the desk he noted that the letter Isabella was talking about was no longer there, quickly moving on Bash opened the top left draw. Inside was a collection of mix-match objects such as quills and unused candles but soon enough he found a piece of folded parchment. Carefully lifting it out of the draw the first thing Bash could see was that the seal was one of a Catholic.

Since the Protestant faith came to light they had decided to change their seals so that the normal Latin phrase would be redone in their language. Making sure not to break the seal Bash was able to open the letter and get a better look at its contents.

Inside the letter said that there would be someone waiting for him said that there would be a man waiting for him in Lyon to take him back to England. The part of the letter that caused the most interest was the bit at the bottom. 'We must make sure that this operation is carries out without so much as a whisper. Not even the Queen of England can know'

It would make sense for this assassination attempt to have no ties to Elizabeth, since the signing of the treaty between England and Scotland Mary is no longer a threat. Besides she had already named Mary's child as the heir and to kill the heir to the throne would be treason. But, it could be possible that this could've been set in motion before Mary signed it

"There was a period of time where it seemed like Mary wasn't going to give up her claim to her cousins' throne, maybe Elizabeth was frightened Mary was raising an army to take it by force" Bash whispered to himself. Just at that moment Bash hear the door open, quickly putting the letter back in the draw Bash turned around saw that it was only a servant coming in to change the linens.

"My lord, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing. I was just checking to see if the room was okay. Lady Isabella was very worried about it."

The girl then moved towards the bed to take the old sheets off and put the new one on "My Lady has nothing to fear this room is one of the best kept with it being so close to the servant's wing.

"Well I must be off" Bash said as he left the room, leaving the girl to her cleaning once more.

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Mary and Francis were walking through the gardens hand in hand as the sky reached mid-afternoon, it was a pleasant day outside it neither to warm nor too cold and the wind had a certain ease about it. Seeing that it was a good day Mary wanted to go out and enjoy it but Francis had been weary since the palace gardens had one of the most direct ways to the village.

In the end, they had come up with a compromise, they could go outside only if there were at least two or three guards behind them at any given point.

"It's such a lovey day today, isn't it?" Mary asked as she turned to face her husband.

"It is, but are you sure you should be walking so much?"

"The midwife said that being in the fresh air will be good for both me and the baby." Mary argued.

"Yes, but she also said to not over exert yourself"

"I'm not!" Mary said in accusing tone as she stood still "Quite the opposite actually I've been cooped up inside the castle for too long"

"Here's an idea we can stay in the gardens if you come and sit with me" Francis said as he leaned in closer to her.

"Deal" Mary then closed gap between them and the two of them shared a kiss that only lasted a few seconds.

After the two separated the moved to walk towards a stone slab that was carved into the shape of a bench. Rested upon it were many pillows that were designed to make it more comfortable for those who may sit upon it. Francis was the first down, quietly pulling some pillows next to him for Mary to sit on. Pulling out an arm for her he pulled Mary towards him to sit down.

As Mary was making herself comfortable she moved up to sit next to Francis and the two of them just sat there enjoying themselves. No words were needed for them to have fun together. Eventually Mary was the first to move when she lifted her head of Francis' shoulders.

"The crib for the baby arrived today" Mary told Francis. The new crib had been a gift from her sister-in-law's husband Phillip of Spain, he had told Mary through letters that only a small portion of the crib had been engraved. And, that the rest would be up to them.

"Where is it now?" Francis asked as he looked into her eyes.

"It's being moved into the nursery now that the walls have dried from the painting"

"Well now that it's here we can begin planning on how the room is going to look like" Francis stopped for a moment before continuing "We just have to hope that my mother will let us take some part on it"

Mary let out a little chuckle before giving him an answer "Yeah, well I suppose that she's just getting excited for the baby and wants everything to be perfect" Mary moved her gaze down to her swollen stomach and rested her hand onto them. Bye this point Mary's bump had grown large enough for people to notice at sight. At first, she had thought that you could only see it if you were looking for it but now it was obvious that this wasn't the case. Since she and her cousin, Elizabeth, became friends she had brought Mary some new gowns that were the newest in English fashion.

Francis, seeing this, moved to put his hand on top of hers and when he did she rose her gaze to look him in the eyes.

"Would you like to go to the nursery and see it?" Francis asked.

"Yes, please" That was all that said between them as they lifted themselves up from the stone bench and began to walk inside.

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The walk into the castle was a fun one for the two of them, often stopping to laugh at what one of them said until they reached the nursery. The room had been renovated to have a door that directly connected to their chambers so they could have access to the baby at whatever hour of day.

Even though Mary wanted everything to do with her child she had accepted the fact that as Queen of France and Scotland she would simply not have time to raise a child so she had given in to the idea of having a nanny. However, Mary had put strict rules for her: no breastfeeding the child; that was something only the mother of the child could do and secondly, she is to only be allowed to handle the child if given order by a member of the royal family.

Mary reached the door before Francis and pulled it open to reveal and empty room with only a large crib in it. The crib itself was placed in the back of the middle under a large window so that when the heat of summer comes the fresh air can be accessed quickly.

"So, what do you think?" Francis asked as he walked up behind her.

"It's perfect."

Sorry for not updating last week, as I said in the last chapter I've just had my end of year exams and I was too busy to write. Please make sure to leave your review in the area below, see you next week!