I have recently made a book for sale on Amazon. That took most of my days and this took most of my nights as well as life in general. Now that the book is finished, I can fully focus on here.

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Guest (1) [chapter 13]: Awh, thank you! You're so welcome, here's another chapter.

Guest (2) [chapter 13]: This chapter will focus on a sick Rosie! She will make a speedy recovery :)

elder441 [chapter 13]: The deaths destroyed me in the show. In here, everyone gets a happy ending.

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"Francis, it is improper for a king to sit at his ailing child's bedside," Catherine said as they walked towards his offices. "What if you get sick? We do not know what the child has."

"That child is your granddaughter, Mother," Francis snapped. "You may focus on James, but Anne and Rose are your grandchildren as well."

Catherine rolled her eyes, walking ahead. "You cannot place the whole future of France on James's shoulder," she said. "You and Mary must be quick with another son. Five should do it."

Francis stopped. "Five sons? Mary and I may want a large family, but not based on your wants-"

"You have two daughters and one son, Francis! That is a weakness that will be used against you," Catherine cut him off, turning to face him. "France cannot rely on James."

"You never mention Scotland," Francis stated. "Mary and I rule Scotland."

"And one day you will have England," his mother said firmly. "This night, claim Mary and for the love of God, do not tend to Rose. We can't have an ill king."

That night, Francis went against one wish of his mother's.

After leaving Mary sleeping in their bed, he snuck into Rose's bedchamber, the girl having being moved that morning.

"Papa?" She croaked out, letting out a cough. "Grandmama said you couldn't stay with me."

"I want to, my love," he replied, getting into the bed.

Rose beamed. "Can you read me a-" She began coughing, letting out a frustrated groan afterwards. "I hate being sick, Papa... Where's Mama?"

"She's asleep," Francis told her, grabbing a storybook. "She was very tired from today."

"Will I have to do what you and Mama do when I grow up? Meet boring people?"

Francis laughed. "Well, we will see. Let's read this book, shall we?"

...

The next morning, Mary snuck her way towards Rose's bedchamber, just as Francis had done last night.

She knew of her husband's disappearing act and even giggled to herself when he was caught by the ear by Catherine. He may well be Catherine's son, but she wasn't her daughter and she had no hold over her.

"Rosie!" She called out, kissing her daughter's cooled head. "Has Anne visited?"

"She said she could not get sick," Rose replied sadly. "Will you stay with me, Mama?"

Mary nodded, handing Rose a bunch of flowers that Anne had picked. "We can make flower crowns."

"Oh, can we?" Rose asked, excitement in her eyes. "Will I have to do my studies?"

"I think we can let you off for a day," Mary told her, starting her chain. "What do you think about having another sibling?"

Rose gasped in horror. "Mama, are you-"

"No," Mary quickly said. "But Papa and I are thinking about it. We have two daughters, maybe we'd like two sons."

"But not now? Please...!"

"No, not now," Mary said, laughing. "We already have our hands full with you, Anne and James."

Mary's mind strayed to Kenna who had written her a letter. Well, dictated it for Bash to write.

They decided that no more children will be in their future and that Mary, Francis and the children were welcome back at their home any time.

"Would you like to visit Scotland?" Mary asked her daughter, running her fingers through the blonde's hair.

"Scotland?" Rose squeaked out. "Isn't that far?"

Mary nodded. "It is, but it's where Mama was born and grew up. We need to take you out of France more. See the world."

"Can Robin come?"

Mary smiled brightly. Even though they would stop at the castle, she doubted that she would be willing to stay there. It held too many hurtful memories.

She had planned to stay in the Beatons' castle, fonder memories within those walls and she didn't mind introducing Francis to her distant relatives either. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to bring the de Poitiers family because of Kenna's ill health despite Kenna being a part of the family.

Perhaps she could convince her and Bash to let them take Robin. The boy had yet to meet his mother's side.

"We will see, I will ask your aunt and uncle," Mary replied.

Rose clapped happily, continuing to work on her flower crown.

"It seems that someone is feeling better," Mary said lightly.

Rose blushed. "I am, but not that much. Thank you, Mama."

"You're welcome, sweetling."

...

Home.

It had been a gruelling journey to Scotland and after stopping by the castle to see James, the family and Robin made their way to Castle Barton.

Duke Beaton was a tall man in his fifties. He had changed his diet, resulting in better health and the smile on his face when he saw Robin for the first time. His namesake of a grandson.

"Your Majesty," he said upon seeing her, bowing lowly.

"Enough of that nonsense, Uncle," Mary replied, bringing him for a tight hug. "You are looking very well."

"A change of food would do that," he said lightly, ruffling Robin's hair. "I heard what happened to my daughter. Thank you for bringing my grandson."

Mary smiled brightly, stepping aside for her family to come closer. "Meet my husband, King Francis II of France," she said, taking her husband's hand.

Duke Beaton bowed. "Your Grace," he replied. "It is a pleasure and my honour to welcome you. It is not the chateau of France-"

"But it is my wife's fond home," Francis cut him off, giving Mary a smile. "I am happy to be here."

"We shouldn't forget to introduce our children," Mary said. "Anne, Rose and James."

Robert eyed the children. "They look like your father," he stated. "You must be very proud."

Mary's eyes watered. She couldn't even remember what her father looked like. Apparently, her children looked like him. At least she could look at them and hold his memory dear to her heart.

"We are," she whispered, sniffling. "Oh, my allergies. Shall we?"

...

When she and Francis got to their bedchamber after leaving the children with Robert and his sons, she was surprised to see it full of rose flowers.

"Kenna..." Mary breathed out in wonder, picking one up as her husband looked around, baffled.

"Why do we have roses everywhere?"

She giggled, slipping the stem onto his ear. "Remember, I told you about this? Kenna gifting me roses when we were little?"

She squealed when he picked her up and placed her onto the bed, attaching his lips to hers.

When he pulled away, he said, "Well, she knows how to set the scene."

"Francis!" Mary squealed out, laughing. "What if we're needed?"

"No one will dare disturb us," he replied, waving her fear off. "I know my mother is pressuring us to make another male heir, but Mary I want what you want."

Mary nodded nervously. "I do want more children, just not now. As for securing the Valois-Stuart line... We can't deny that she speaks the truth."

"Then should we write a new law? Make the girls James's heirs?"

"I know I should not fear this, but that will cause unsettlement in both of our countries. Especially what is going on with England," she replied.

Francis sighed. "Well, our children are all Catholic-"

"And could still be threatened. We could have died just by making this journey to Scotland, Francis!" Mary cried out. "I hate how your mother gets to me... She should not rule our lives and having the girls terrorise her is not enough."

"What are you saying?"

"I want her gone. If James and the girls are to be safe, we need her gone. Exile her to Italy when we return home."

Francis searched his wife's eyes. He knew better than to argue, she meant business and that scared him.

"Whatever you want, I will make it happen," he replied, kissing her lips. "Shall we spend some time with each other before-"

"Mama!"

"Dear God," Mary muttered, a smile creeping onto her face as she turned to the children. "Anne, Rose, Robin."

"Grandpapa said that you and my mama always went to the lake," Robin said. "Can you take us to the lake, Your Majesty?"

Mary tutted as her husband left her side to carry Rose into his arms. She walked up to them and cupped Robin's cheek.

"Robin, you are too formal," she told him.

"Grandmama told me to tell him that he should call you and Papa, 'Your Majesty'," Anne explained.

Mary shared an annoyed glance with her husband. She looked back down at Robin.

"We're your aunt and uncle, dear boy," Francis said. "Now, who wants to go swimming in Scottish waters?"

"Me!"