A sudden blinding light shone Mary's eyes. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust before she could see clearly. Sparkling blue irises gazed upon her but the facial expression was hard and unforgiving. His golden locks gently framed his face. The lake beside them thrived with life and the birds chirreped cheerfully in trees above them them. "Francis." She breathed. Francis did not reply when his gaze fell upon her swollen belly. "I can explain." She said quickly but Francis turned on his heel and left her there. She wanted to run after him but her feet were stuck in the ground. Mary wanted to explain ger actions and apolgise but it seems like it was too late. A few moments later the picture morphed and colours touched each other. It felt like she was suffocating. Next moment, Mary woke up with a startle. She hyperventelated and sat upright in the bed. "Just a dream." She whispered to herself as she clutched the covers against her chest. A cocktail of emotions overtook her, she felt afraid and so alone. Looking around, she realized that she was indeed alone. After the incident at the feast, Mary had all her things moved to her old chambers since Conde was King. Now more than ever, she seeked his comfort. She realized that she need not leave her chambers as she noticed a sleeping figure on the sitting couch against the wall. She slowly got out of bed and approached him. He looked so peaceful where he lay. She knelt before him and gently kissed his forehead. Conde mumbled her name incoherently and slowly opened his eyes.  "My love." He said huskioy. Even after tonight he still could call her sweet things. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a whisper. "I..uh..." he slowly rose and his elbow supported him. "I couldn't bare for you to sleep alone." He replied simply. "You are too good for me, Louis." She said, her eyes averting away from his. "Until thus far, I have always considered that you are too good for me. Mary, I realize a lot is plaqueging you at this moment but do not think for one moment that you are alone. I made you a promise and I tend to keep my promises."  "Your words bring overwhelming comfort, Louis. You not realize hom much." Cinde couldn see that so much had Mary worried. Her emotions were written all over her face. Anyone who tulruly knows her could see it. He sat uprighte and invited her to sit next to him.  "Mary, I wanted to asked you something but I knew that the timing would be off but honestly, is there a good time?" "What is it that you want to ask?" Her brown eyes narrowed at him. He drew in a silent breath before he looked at her seriously. "It has been on my mind for some time now and now that we can finally be together," he took her hands in his, "We already started a family... Queen Mary of Scots, will do me thee honour of becoming my bride?" Mary's face went pale as the blood drained from her face. Being with him is all she ever wanted but the timing was completely off and unexpexted. "Mary?" he asked as she remained frozen for a few moments. "I-" she was intterupted by someone barging into the room. "Sire! The castle is under attack!" One of the king's gaurds announced. In an instant, a sharp silver blade made contact with his neck and his head rolled off his body. It was such a gruesome sight. Conde immediately jumped to his feet and pushed Mary behind him.