OKAY! So here is the next chapter that I hope you guys will enjoy…
#Frary
Claude stood by the buffet looking rather dazed at the decorations; there were colourful fabrics hanging from the ceiling and candles surrounding the dance floor giving the hall a angelic fairy like feel… As for the buffet there was a beastly pig lying across the table with fruit around it and red wine, for a matter of fact it was making her rather dizzy.
"Princess Claude." Bash appeared next to her. "I heard about your influence in the identification of the prisoners; that was very grown-up of you."
"Oh Bash, you don't see me as a child too? Do you? I am simply wilder and more exciting than others." Claude giggled. "It was no problem anyway; I am happy to help." Claude said as seriously as possible seeing as the wine had gone to her head.
"You are growing into a brilliant woman, Sister." Bash said and smiled however it was forced for he was having problems with Kenna and had tried to see past her lie earlier but now it was guaranteed to him… Kenna was flirting with King Antione across the room before his eyes. Claude noticed his troubled eyes wonder to Kenna.
"Are you alright, Bash? I can speak to her if you wish." Claude put a comforting arm on her brothers arm; Claude had found it odd referring to Bash as her brother at first because they had once been lovers, but somehow it made them more close because of their troubles and was happy with their relationship.
"I'm well Claude; I just don't think Kenna knows the duty of a wife…Maybe she will always act like a Kings Mistress." Bash sighed.
"You must make yourself clear to Kenna, Bash. Or else she will end up being her own worst enemy; I have met girls like her and sometimes it does not always end well."
"You are right." Bash said which surprised Claude. "I am?"
"People do underestimate you, Claude… You will be a brilliant representative for France."
"Thank you, Bash." Claude looked teary but took advantage of her moment. "I understand that Lord Casory shall need a replacement after his execution?"
Bash smiled at Claude mischievousness. "He shall… Why do you have someone in mind?"
"I know it may not be my place but seeing as I am a 'brilliant representative' I should have some sort of say." Claude convinced Bash.
"Go on." Bash said playfully; it seemed Claude had managed to make him smile.
"I think Leith would be a brilliant Lord."
"I am sure you do." Bash was well aware of Claude's feelings for Leith.
"Think about it Bash, Lord Casory's role at court is harvest and Leith was brought up on a farm; he knows every fact in the book! He is always speaking of it." Claude saw Bash think seriously about it. "And he is loyal; he could be Francis's voice in court also harvesting is important for the whole country so the Lords would have to listen to him or else no food." Claude was happy with herself and reasons for Leith.
"You have really thought about this, haven't you?" Bash asked. "The only problem is he is not educated."
"I could educate him!" Anyone who didn't know Claude would think she was being flirtatious but the Princess was deadly serious.
"I'm sure you would." Bash smiled sincerely. "I shall discuss it with Francis."
Claude practically jumped onto Bash and embraced his gentleman-like posture; Bash eventually embraced her too. They didn't care that people were uttering words about them and staring because they knew the truth; they are purely siblings.
"Thank you, Brother." Claude whispered and broke apart at the announcement of their King.
Francis now stood in the arch entrance of the hall; obviously awaiting silence from the chatter and instruments for the music.
"As you all know; the Queen Mother, Princess Claude and Queen Mary were kidnapped from us this week by some very confused Protestants who we must pray for... Lord Casory shall die at dawn along with the Protestant criminals" Insults broke out against the Protestants were muttered from people and Casory's family looked saddened. "But tonight we shall celebrate the Royal's return and safety and well-being…Long shall we Reign!" Up roars came alive within seconds but Claude knew this was a warning in disguise to those who may turn against France. "I must thank Leith who is first in command that lead the men and kept the Royals safe, the Kings Deputy; Sebastian and the many men who gave their lives for the Queen…" Silence came and went. "I present Queen Mary." The King presented which was very rare which gave the ladies gossip. Francis bowed to his Queen; kissed her hand and lead her down the stairs.
"May the festivities begin!" Both King and Queen smiled.
Mary looked happy beside Francis and was beyond the word of happiness; nothing could describe her and Francis. They were a poem of beauty and beast, evil and good, life and death… Love and hate. A poem of France.
Francis and Mary joined Bash and Claude. "Brother. Sister…Are the two of you well? It is so unusual to see you so close to each other." Francis asked.
"If I have learned anything from this week's events; it is to cherish my family." Claude said shocking Francis at her wise words.
"Then that is exactly what we shall do." Mary smiled.
"I am glad to see you are well, Mary." Claude said gulping her wine.
"I am Claude, thank you. As I am you." Mary smiled sincerely. Soon Leith strolled over to the Royal family.
"Leith, I didn't realise you played such a huge part in the rescue party. Thank you." Mary said.
"It was an honour, your Majesty." Leith bowed.
"Are you enjoying the festivities, Leith?" Francis asked.
"I am my King." Leith said however his eyes were on Claude; both smiling.
"Why don't the two of you dance?" Mary encouraged teasingly as they snapped out of their trance.
"With your permission?" Leith asked.
"Indeed…Go!" Mary encouraged receiving a happy smile from Claude.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Mary." Francis sighed.
"Why?"
"Because one day near now I shall have to break Claude's heart." Francis looked sad about the whole situation.
"Brother, if there is anything we know about Claude is that she is uncontrollable. Whatever you say to her won't make a difference… Claude will always follow her heart." Bash said.
"Sometimes that isn't a bad quality." Mary gazed at Francis.
All of a sudden the music stopped and as did the chatter at the announcement of a Scot.
"I present Arran." The man mocked at his kilt.
Mary walked urgently towards him however he dropped to his knees as if he were collapsing. He was only a young with dark hair and forest green eyes; his posture was tall however he was skinny and bony.
"It is an honour to be one of the first Scots to bow before my Queen." His voice was rich.
"I am the one who is honoured." Mary picked the boy off the floor. "You have a message for me?"
"Indeed."
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