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Chapter 1
Servants are running or jogging back and forth in preparing for this upcoming event. Francis's old friend is coming and bringing his whole people with him to negotiate the trading and treaty.
This is a break through to provide France everything they need to continue helping their people.
Mary, queen of France and Scotland is curious about it. She heard of Francis's is practically his brother.
"Mary?" she turned and saw her husband coming to her, "What are you thinking about?"
"Just wonder how can one person control and rule Turkey, Persia, Sweden, Denmark, and Iceland."
Mary is amazed that he ruled like a sultan since he made his main conquest on Ottoman Empire. They say he gathered his army made up of slaves and free them and storm upon the palace. He had killed the foolish, incompetent and cruel of a boy sultan. Others said that it was one of the old Sultan's daughters who had helped him defeating her half-brother because he had murder all of their siblings in her father's harem and her full blood baby brother and mother. He marry her because she is the only living blood of the Old sultan and claimed their throne.
Mary sympathize the poor girl, but she is not sure if it is true.
Catherine de' Medici came upon with a stride. "Hurry up, we mustn't be late. After all, these years, we still must continue our friendship with the King of neighboring country."
Francis laugh as his mother lightly hit her son with her fan.
"Don't laugh! A King and queen must never be late." She fans herself to calm down her nerves.
"Mother this is the same boy who likes to play the lute to you…" his mother cut off her son, "Ah! True, but he went to wars and conquer the lands. (Sighs) War changes people Francis. Hope not too much for the poor boy."
Catherine loved Francis boyhood friend like her own son. She loves the boy, but she fears to make an enemy out of him. True, he swore that he will always be friend with France for Francis and Catherine sake. But alliance can swift when they wanted to be.
Mary never see her this nervous before, but then again she heard whispers from the servants that he has spies that he employ in other countries and his court. In better, terms speak of treason against him and you will never be heard from again.
The page boy came at the doors, "Your majesties, they are going to arrive soon."
Catherine touches up her hair, "Alright, thank you." Rubber her hands to wipe off the imaginary wrinkles her dress.
The queen mother turned to both Mary and Francis. She gave them a duh look, "Well what are you for? An invitation? Hurry up!"
They don't need told twice.
Mary and her ladies in waiting are standing in line along with Francis and the rest of the royal family. Mary is quite curious at what the fuss is about. Yes, he is powerful and he is married to the most beautiful woman that he only has her and no one else. Despite having a harem yet never taken none of them as concubine or a least a mistress, but he loves only his true wife, Sultanate that what they called her by that title.
'"Mary, What wrong?" Francis calmly as he leaned to her making sure she is not startled by him. Ever since that attack, Mary still have that fear over her rape.
"Do you think he might be the same boy as you remember him?"
Francis looked unsure, slight hope in his eyes.
"Yes, about that," He hesitated, but lower his voice into a whisper, "Mary please, be careful around him; especially his wife. She isn't someone you want as an enemy. She led army's before and her people love her. They practically worship her and gladly laid down their lives for her."
Mary is confused. What could his friend's wife be of ever dangerous to her?
"I don't understand."
Francis quickly told her, "Remember the stories you have been hearing about his conquest. Well, his wife is the daughter of the old Sultan, her father the original Sultan. She has been his adviser and court meetings, so she knows how to play politics. She is fierce, fiery and not very easy to win her favor. So, tread carefully."
Suddenly the trumpets announce their arrival. Many are marching with such disciplined and obedient to their king. There mixed armies of Turkish uniforms holding their spears, Iceland with armors and riding their horses, Persians carrying trunks in their riding wagons, finally people from Sweden and Denmark are offering and bringing their cows, horses and goats.
At long last there is a man riding his finest black breed Arabian horse. He is a handsome man; long blonde hair with few braids tied and rests none as a sun, tall and strong too. He dressed as Sultan probably hot at the land. Yet his eye looked like a snake. Suppose that is why people fearful of him because he's similar on how you look at an earth serpent like the Norse myths.
Francis and the family including Mary and her ladies in waiting kneel before him. He gotten off of his horse and striding in to face the royal family.
He silently signals to rise up and stand in equal rulers.
"King Sigurd." Francis greeted him. Sigurd also, known as Sigurd Snake in the eye.
"You got old."
Mary thought to herself, "How disrespectful of him! He insulted Francis!"
Francis blank expression as he looked at him and gesture, 'Same to you.'
Sigurd laughs and the atmosphere is gone. Sigurd hugged Francis in a brotherly manner.
A woman with dark skin and exotic beauty came out of her carriage. She dressed in her finest robes wrapped gently like Sultan.
King Sigurd gently raised his hand as the women swiftly walked like she is walking on water.
"This is my beloved wife, Sarai daughter of the former great Sultan of my kingdom."
She gently smiled shyly as she looked at Francis and the queen mother.
"Welcome, to France your grace."
Sigurd answered, "You must forgive her. She is still learning your language. She does understand them, but be sure slow your words for if you could."
"Of course, we will make her feel welcome." Catherine smiled at Sarai.
Sigurd spoken to his wife in Turkish tongue which for the life of Mary couldn't understand what they are saying.
"She said that she is looking forward in bringing further friendship to our kingdoms." Sigurd translates what was said to Sarai. Francis let out a relief sigh which Catherine smile courtly.
So far so good.
The royal families sat at the dinner table enjoying conversation. Mary is observing Sarai; this is his wife and the daughter of the most powerful Sultan before he died.
Before she could observe her more, she heard Francis spoken to King Sigurd.
"Mary can speak French, Italian, Latin, Spanish, and Greek which hopefully your wife can communicate with her better."
Sigurd smiled and answered, "Thank God, I was worried that I was going to have one of her translated with one of our speakers. Queen Mary, you should consider yourself lucky that my wife happens to speak fluently with Latin, Italian and you know her main language is Turkish. Her French and English are difficult for her. Perhaps you could teach her more of the French court."
Catherine spoken for Mary, "Of course, she will! Won't you dear?"
Mary felt pressure, but by the urging of Francis and Catherine she agreed.
"I hope that Queen Sarai will be pleased with me." Mary has spoken Italian which surprises Sarai, yet Sarai smiles and told her, "I hope for the same to you Queen Mary."
In the bedchamber…
King Sigurd and Sarai made their room more comfortable that is filled with their own culture from Ottoman Empire.
"Sigurd," Sarai laid her back on her sofa cushion on the floor while Sigurd laid his head on her legs. Sigurd is smoking from the pipes and relaxing themselves from royal life.
"Hmm?" Sigurd hummed as he close her eyes while feeling his beloved Sarai fingers combing his hair.
"Why did you lie that I don't speak and understand French and English?" Sarai questioned.
He sighed and let out a puff of smoke form his mouth, "Queen Elizabeth of England has just been crowned and many are whispering who is the true queen of England Mary Queen of Scots or Elizabeth?"
Sarai understand, "That is why we are here then, to see if there is a chance that Mary have the quality of queen then we will play it out if she remains France and not sought claim to Elizabeth throne."
Sigurd sighs again and looked up to his bride. His hand placed her cheek as she smiled.
"I have been reborn and who would have that the love of my life is the Sultan's daughter again and I the Celtic descendent from Iceland low class noblemen become king. In our old lives, I was Sigurd, Snake in the eye, the son of Ragnar and you, Sarai the noble daughter of the Sultan became a slave once that show me that I can love."
Sarai leaned down and kiss his lips. It started slow before things gotten heated up. Sarai gasped in his mouth as his tongue seeking hers.
Sigurd surprised her as he brings her over at the bottom. She laughs and Sigurd playfully bites her neck and kissing her chest then to her stomach.
He insert two fingers inside of her, he felt her tense up for a moment, but after two strokes she relaxes already. He felt her moving her hips, he met her eyes as she opened her mouth and hearing her voice is like music to his ears. He pumped her more as it aroused him more and more watching her expression.
"Mmm ahhh Sigurd…there right there..hm!" Sarai moaned at Sigurd. Sigurd saw looked into her eyes as she is lost in her mind of pleasure, he had given her.
She came with a satisfy moan.
Sarai sighs happily as she knew her desires for her husband. Sigurd brought himself up and kissed her again.
"I want you." Sarai wrapped her arms around him and looked up to him.
"I know."
They went out to seek each other pleasure all night.
The next morning, Sigurd sleep happily and Sarai lay on his chest. She opens her eyes and smile happily as gently lift up her head and kiss his forehead which he lightly groan and she lustily kissed his lip which he drowsily kissed her back.
Both of them are nude underneath the blankets covering them.
"Oh my beloved Sarai," Sigurd slowly enter her she let out a gasp. She looked down on Sigurd and arches her eyebrow with a 'really' look.
"What?" Sigurd acts like he didn't do anything wrong, "I'm man who is still attractive to his wife and wanted to fuck her like we did in the past."
His hips are moving inside of her. He lifts her body with him in his sitting position as she was settled on his lap. He feverishly thrusts in her as she continues begging him. He doesn't want to be the only one, he feels good from this.
Sigurd leaned in and whispers "Grind me." Like a good submission she is; she did. He watched her moving her body as she was trying to find what is comfortable for herself. He felt her getting into this feeling of pleasure as she was moving against him harder and faster. He grabs her hips to help her body moving with him. The pressure of their bed is rocking beneath them was being rough by their movements. Their rooms are filling with their grunts, groans and moans. Jon continues looked at her with so much lust and love in it.
"Sigurd!"
Sigurd leaned into her ear I want hear you scream in Turkish. It's sexy." Sarai moan and lustfully scream out Turkish language. Loud enough for others to hear.
Outside of their bed chambers,
Catherine was walking down about to asked them to meet them at breakfast before she even knocks.
"AH!"
Catherine back away until she leaned in to hear more, "Ah my king! There! Fuck!" (Note: it is Turkish speaking)
Catherine mouth form a small 'o' and laughs a little. My, oh my at least her surrogate son knows how to please his wife. She felt like a naughty young girl again, eavesdropping at their door.
She giggles as she leaned in more to hear it.
"Mother."
She felt startled and place her hand on her heart. It's her son, Francis. He gave a disapproving looked like she was caught stealing a cookie from the kitchen.
"What?" She asked her son.
"Really mother?"
Catherine scoffs playfully, "Oh come on, Francis. I was bored and curious about his sex life. And I wanted to seek out my curiosity."
Francis lead her away, "I will send a page to escort them."
Catherine sighed dramatically, "I was going to listen more before breakfast."
Francis laughs with his mother.
Sigurd and his wife, Sarai is walking around the palace garden before they get to breakfast. Their attendants and bodyguard are there with them.
Sigurd and Sarai are talking in Turkish and laughing at something her husband whispers in ear. She mocked hit him in the chest. Many courtiers look at them and see them in envy, power and vicious players.
Mary is with her ladies in waiting in her chambers. Lola, Kenna and Greer are talking none stop of their guest.
"King Sigurd is handsome and very loyal to his wife, Queen Sarai. I envy the Queen." Greer sighed dreamily.
"Did you see their clothes and their gifts are filled with beautiful jewels that I have ever seen?" Kenna squealed.
"And despite Queen Sarai language barrier she fit in the court life quite excellent like she has been in French court all her life." Lola told her friends.
Mary is furious how King Sigurd dare look at her like she is something to be disappointed. And Queen Sarai coming into the French court and the nobles like her more than her.
She is their queen! Mary told herself.
"Who they think they are?" Mary hissed angrily, "They walked around like they own the place and they have higher authority over France."
All they girls shared uneasy glance at each other as they looked at their beloved queen.
"Mary, they did own half of the world." Greer had reminded her.
Mary told her, "So, they own it!"
Lola playing the peacemaker, "Mary, true they are powerful, but they have more resources to feed France and Scotland. At least think about our home with starvation happening around them."
"My ladies breakfast is served now." The page boy announced.
Mary nodded and all she could think about how this will play out?
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