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"Mary! Mary, guess what?"

Francis burst into their bedchamber, holding a letter but he froze when he saw that a servant was tending to the bed. He sighed and cleared his throat.

"I apologise for my bursting in. I did not know that my wife would be out nor that our bedchamber would be attended to," he told the servant. When she didn't turn around, he frowned. "Please, show me your face so I can apologise to you properly and pay you for your troubles."

The servant finally turned and around and Francis froze when he saw that it was his wife. The same Mary he was calling for.

"Mary?"

"Who is this Mary?" Mary asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Oh, you mean Her Majesty, Queen Mary of Scots?"

Francis paused, looking at his wife and then the floor and then his wife again. "Mary... W-What is this?"

"Shh," Mary said. "Francis, don't ruin this."

"Ruin what?" Francis asked, smirking. "What is this?"

Mary blushed furiously. "Kenna read that roleplaying was exciting in that stupid book. She and Bash do it."

"They do, huh?" Francis asked coyly. "Any idea of exactly what they do?"

"Francis, I am not giving you leverage against your brother!" Mary said, laughing. "But I have heard that before the children, they used to dress as a servant and a handmaiden and well-"

"Say no more," Francis said with a mischievous grin. "So, what are we doing?"

Mary tilted her head. "I am Helena, your new handmaiden, Your Majesty."

"So I am still Fr-"

"You are the king of some small country," Mary said. "I will play the role of a lowly handmaiden and you will be the heated king who can't resist what I have to offer."

"How inventive," Francis teased her. "Before we do whatever Kenna told you to..." He waved his hand. "I have this letter."

Mary rolled her eyes. "We will deal with that later, Francis. Now hurry up and come over to me."

He placed the letter down on the desk and made his way over to her, leaning against the bedpost. He wanted to laugh, but from his wife's face, he knew he had to take this seriously.

"So, when did your employment begin Ma-I mean Helena?" He asked.

Mary batted her eyelashes. "This morning, Your Majesty. Your bedchamber is very... big."

"Is it?"

"Is that the only big thing you have in this bedchamber?" She asked, walking past him and pacing the room slowly.

He followed. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He asked coyly.

Mary smirked to herself. "And do you have a wife?"

"No. If I did, she would be as beautiful as you," he replied.

"How sweet," Mary said. "But I have reason to believe you have a queen. I've looked through the trunks and the wardrobes... Women's clothing, Your Majesty... Unless you prefer women's clothing?"

Francis narrowed his eyes but bit back a smile. "That's because it isn't my bedchamber."

"You lied?"

"Well, you assumed," he quipped.

Mary nodded. "Well, if it isn't your bedchamber, do you think the owner would mind if I..." She waltzed up to the bed and laid down, slowly pulling her stockings off and shoes. "Took off my undergarments? It's just too hot for me to bear and I've been on my feet all day. I need a rest. Or something to help me... relax."

Francis stood between her legs. "I don't think they would mind because they won't find out from me at least."

Mary raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?"

"It is so," he whispered, lowering his lips onto hers as his hands found her thighs.

She quickly pulled back. "Y-Your Majesty!" She breathed out, quickly rolling over and crawling to the other side. "What are you doing?"

Francis gaped. "I thought-"

"You thought you could have your way with me as your mistress!" Mary cried out, crossing her arms. "I am not that sort of woman, Your Majesty."

"Mary-"

"Her Majesty is not in the castle," Mary snapped. "She will not return until nightfall."

Francis let out a soft chuckle, quickly getting on the bed to join her. "Well, it seems like we have enough time."

"Enough time for what, may I ask?"

She let out a squeal when he pulled her back onto the bed, attacking her with kisses. She tried pushing him off, but soon gave up and pulled his head to hers so she could plant a long kiss on his lips.

"We must be discreet," she said. "If you are to take me as your..." She paused to draw her finger down his cheek. "Lover."

"I am a single man, Helena," Francis replied. "Single men do not have lovers or mistresses to my knowledge."

Mary bit her lip, hoping she looked somewhat seductive. She wasn't good at this as her friends were. Roleplay was definitely something she would try and improve to spice up their bedchamber life.

"I've heard that royal men like you abuse your servants and handmaidens," she said, pressing her hands against his chest. "I once heard that Queen Mary's husband's father participated in a tryst with a kitchen girl and made her queen."

"I do not do things like that. I am a forward man though," Francis replied, kissing her neck. "And you... are beautiful."

Mary blushed. "Am I? I hope you do not mind, but I may look slightly bigger than I usually am."

"You are expecting a child?" Francis feigned knowledge.

She nodded. "I am," she confirmed, rubbing her bump.

"Well, that is one way of preventing becoming with child. By already being with child," Francis quipped, kissing her slowly. "I'll make this a night you won't forget."

"Oh, take me already Your Majesty!" Mary breathed out, pulling his lips back down to hers.

...

Mary blushed when Kenna gave her knowing looks as she headed to dinner with her friend teasingly making her way over to her side. She knew what her friend would say.

"My favourite lingerie. It had chocolate stains," Kenna stated, smirking. "Care to elaborate?"

Mary rolled her eyes playfully, handing Kenna a small, flat box. "Here."

"What is this?" Kenna asked, surprised before she opened the box.

"I think I'll keep your favourite lingerie."

Kenna giggled, lifting the tiara and fixing it on her head. "You can keep all of my lingerie sets if you keep gifting me consolation presents!"

Mary snorted lightly. "I tried that... roleplaying you spoke of earlier."

Kenna stopped her, quickly looking around to see if they were alone. "Is that why Francis isn't down yet? Did you break him?"

"B-Break him?"

"Normally after Bash and I do roleplay, he's always worn out and asleep before we can get on with our day. Honestly, if he wasn't the King's Deputy, you'd wonder if he had any employment," Kenna said lightly. "I did not know I could have such an effect on a man like him."

"You're kidding, right?" Mary asked. "Have you seen yourself?"

Kenna nodded. "I have, but still."

"If I wasn't a queen, no one would even look my way with you beside me," Mary replied. "Anyway, he had some business to attend to regarding a letter he wanted me to read. He won't be down for dinner."

Kenna smiled knowingly. "Okay. Business, I see."

Mary continued walking, a faint blush on her cheeks. "I am telling the truth."

"Oh, I know!" Kenna said. "I also know the effect you have on Francis. I won't be surprised if you find him still asleep after dinner, especially in your state!"

"Kenna!"

"Mary!"

"It's your fault, you know?" Mary said, smiling happily. "Our sex life has never been more exciting!"

Kenna gave her a wink. "Anytime, Mary. Anytime."