Mary woke up to Francis gently stroking her arm, immediately realising that it was morning and she wasn't in her own chambers
"it's morning" Mary said wiping her eyes
"I know" Francis whispered leaning forward his fiancée, Mary slightly panicked when she realised that people would soon notice that she didn't sleep in her own chambers. "If the servants are gossiping about your unmade bed it is too late to rectify the situation" Francis chuckled. He tickled her slightly making her giggle before attacking her neck with kisses
"Don't you think we're being too reckless?" Mary asked
"I'm yours" Francis said kissing her stomach "You're mine" another kiss "I hope your pregnant" little did they know.
" Francis!" Mary squealed.
" It would force the wedding sooner, how could my father argue?" he said leaning forward so theys noses touched each other
" You don't think we're doing this wrong?" Mary asked "as we are not wed jet" she continued while sitting up
"After we rule for a great long while and we leave France and Scotland to out children and our grandchildren and out great-grandchildren" he said before kissing her neck "and we meet our maker, you can ask him yourself" he continued before attacking her neck again with kisses laying her back down on the bed
There was a knock on the door and Mary quickly pullet the sheets on top of her. Francis' page came in.
"Forgive me but there is word for you from the holy see" the page said.
"the pope?" Francis asked.
"The Cardinal from the Vatican is in the throne room" the page informed. Francis signed the oage to leave and so he did. Francis chuckled slightly to his fiancée peaking from under the sheet to see the page gone
"Or we could ask him now" Francis said rolling on top of Mary as she giggled. "as the word of God is back at court" he continued and Mary giggled
They entered the throne room to hear what the cardinal had to say. They found the throne room full of people
"God bless us all" Henry said as he walked to the throne. "There is news, in England the Tudor Queen is dying
" While she has not named her successor" the Cardinal of Vatican continued
"Many suspect and believe, the rightful heir to the English throne is you Mary Stuart" Henry said rising his wine class in Marys direction. People around them clapped as she stood there in shook. Henry walked down from the throne reaching for Marys hand "The second the English Queen dies you will stake your claim, your marriage to my son will only strengthen that claim. It's time you and Francis are wed!" he walked back to the throne. "We must celebrate! It's Gods will!" Everyone continued what they were doing before Mary and Francis walked in
"Am I understanding this right" Mary asked Francis "that a new condition to our marriage is that I deliver England to you?"
"My father wants it" Francis said "The Vaticans support makes him think he can get it
" Elizabeth has support as well, armies she's been gathering for years, you know what claming England could cost me?" Mary asked worriedly
" Yes I do" Francis sighed. "Could cost you your head" he continued. Mary was in shock. She didn't want to claim England. She was perfectly hapoy how things were now.
A/N: I know this was a rly short chapter. I did this just to kick it off I'll post another chapter very soon!