OKAY SO I AM STILL HEART BROKEN AND HAVE WATCHED THE LAST EPISODE OF REIGN AGAIN JUST TO SEE FRANCIS ONE MORE TIME LI JUST NEED YOU GUYS TO KNOW THAT MOST OF MY STORY MAY BE FICTION IF I DO LET FRANCIS LIVE BUT IT WILL BE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM HISTORY AND WHAT HAPPENED IN MARY'S LIFE AFTER FRANCIS'S DEATH….ARE YOU SURE YOU GUYS WANT FRANCIS TO LIVE? IT MAY CHANGE SOME THINGS.
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Mary, Catherine and Claude stumbled down the bank off the main road away from the up roar of blood, none of them were seen but the struggle of escaping could have been easier if Claude had not had screamed in protest as well as fight back at her Mother and Sister-in-law.
"Why? What if he is injured or hurt? What then?" Claude argued.
"I saw him as we escaped; Leith was fine with no injuries in sight." Mary reassured.
"How do you know for sure?" Claude asked like the insecure girl she is.
"I give you my word…he is probably searching for us right now." Mary said however her eyes were darting around her in alert.
"Well, what is the plan then now?" Claude looked at the two more experienced ladies accompanying her on their troubled travels.
"We wait for the guards." Catherine said mater of actuary. "Well the poor souls at the festivities will not have the pleasure of seeing my beautiful face now, will they? I even got this new beauty oil..." Catherine sighed obviously annoyed with the events.
It happened quickly. Not one of the ladies saw them coming.
"Get off me! You scoundrel!" Claude screamed as she was attacked from behind. Mary knew right then that there was no chance of them escaping as more Protestants gathered around the Royal's one by one then dozens more joined the semi-circle.
An old grotesque man stood in front of the three women now being clutched by two men each of younger age. Mary and Catherine held their dignity and stayed calm however Claude just fought back with every muscle in her body.
"Well. Well. Well. What a situation you find yourself in? However will you get yourself out of this one? I warn you; money doesn't work." The old ugly crinkled man cackled evilly however his eyes were pure green and innocent.
The crowd surrounding them laughed at them as if they were Jesters or a funny joke. Catherine felt pitiful as did Claude as she sulked however Mary still held a dignified face although she was screaming inside for the men's sweaty rough hands to leave her skin.
"So, are you going to introduce yourselves?" The man asked. No words were uttered from the prisoners. "Well, I will start first then. Shall I?" The man sarcastically patronised.
"I and my brothers and sisters here are Protestants. We have hidden our belief for years and now when we seek mercy. Our belongings are burnt and we are flogged in unspeakable ways! Lost loved ones are no longer with us some are blinded or crippled but we; who stand before us are still fighting for our freedom to praise our lord, our way. We plan to live our own lives and the only way to do that is the sinful way." The man said saddened but yet satisfied with the effect of his words.
Mary didn't understand. Not even two days ago Francis and Mary had agreed with Lord Casory to build a new Village to prevent conflict between Protestants and Catholics. So why were these Protestants homeless and hungry for revenge? What had the Nobles done?
"I have told you who we are. Who are you?" The man sounded inpatient.
The three ladies looked at one another; uncertain of what to say and who would pay the consequence for the tragedy that had happened to the families stood before them.
"I will know if you're lying dearies. That Carriage has the Royal crest on it." The man warned. Why did I choose the bloody Royal Carriage?! Catherine screamed in her head.
"I am…" Claude began only to be interrupted.
"I am Catherine the Queen Mother." Catherine said as powerful as possible only to be faced with an animal like noise from the Protestants with all sorts of insults and accusations. Mary and Claude just stared at Catherine in disbelief at the strong shell woman that smiled gracefully. "Yes, I am honoured to meet you too." Catherine sarcastically said.
"If that's Catherine. Which one of those two is Queen MARY!?" A woman shouted in disgust. The tone scared Claude and shook her to the core of her heart so she gave away her Identity easily.
"Well I am Princess Claude so it isn't me you obviously hate." Claude said as if it was a little gossip traveling around the castle. Mary glared at Claude; she knew to never trust Claude…ever.
Again the animal of the crowd roared wildly aggressive. Mary just stood there imagining her future if it even existed.
"Are you Queen Mary?" The old man asked delightfully.
"Yes, I am Mary Queen of France and Scotland." Mary almost sounded regretful of who she is.
"This is Brilliant! We have leverage to use to get our freedom! The King will have to grant us freedom now!... And if not. We shall kill every Royal. Every Noble. Every Traitor!" The old man raised his voice to the crowd.
They smiled delightfully.
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Bash and Francis sat in front of the red flamed fire talking through they're troubles.
"I really didn't mean to hurt her, brother. I don't know what became of me." Francis looked shattered; he had spent many sleepless nights worrying for Mary and their relationship.
"Nothing became you brother, it just seems to me that you had a public argument. How many times did Father and Catherine fight in public? It happens sometimes." Bash reassured.
"Mary is still sensitive though." Francis felt ashamed.
"Yes I know brother. Mary is also prideful as well. You took her pride; her one key persona. I am sure you will sort it out brother." Bash said.
The door swung open capturing the sibling's attention. Leith stood in the door way.
"Leith? Why aren't you with Mary?... What happened!?" Francis was alarmed.
"We were attacked. Princess Claude, Queen Mary and the Queen Mother were captured; they're missing!"
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