After one year of marriage, Francis' eye begins to wander. Devastated, Mary seeks comfort in arms that have been close by the whole time.

[It wasn't title that brought them danger - it was the way they laughed and the sparkles in their eyes under starlight. The softness of hair and skin, and the scent that wafted from them; they were in an age of politics and kingdoms, where Royals did not have the luxury of choice; but they were all moths drawn to flames. Frary. Mash. Fraliva. Rated T/M for suggestive/sexual themes.

Mary, Queen of Scots, is promised to Francis, the Dauphin of France, until he betrays her with an old lover. Hurt by his actions, she creates an alliance with England. While being courted by the King of Spain, Francis returns to London asking for her forgiveness. Torn between two countries, Mary is tested emotionally and politically. Can she forgive him? Is Spain the better option?

"Never was a lady more fair, than one of ivory skin and edony hair," Bashed whispered in my ear, I shivered as his lips brushed against the hair that fell over my ear. A red flush overtook my skin, and I felt my body grow warm. "You put angles to shame, my queen."