OK HERE COMES CHAPTER 6!
Mary was dressed in her silk night dress ready to climb into bed however Mary didn't sleep much anymore instead Mary read her books while the castle was sound asleep, eventually she would doze off but that wasn't till early morning; only achieving a couple of hours. As she got comfy on her feather stuffed seat in front of the roaring fire with her cushions and sheep's wool blanket one of her ladies maid's entered.
"Lila, what can I do for you?" Mary asked.
"It's not what you can do for me your Majesty…the King is outside, he wishes to see you." Lila whispered as if Francis could hear through a closed door.
"Alright Lila, he can see me…oh and Lila sleep well." Mary smiled at the young girl as she left the room shyly, seconds later Francis entered in his evening clothes.
"I thought we were taking it slow." Mary said in an unapprovingly playful manner, as Francis sat on a chair facing the window across from her.
"I know I just came to ask you something." Then Francis got up out of his seat and started pacing in front of the fire. Mary was amused and tried to hide her smile at his boyish nervousness as his Kingly confidence melted away.
"Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight? Just sleep; I promise…just let me watch over you." Francis asked with sincere eyes.
Mary wasn't ready; at least she thought she wasn't but her heart yearned for Francis and to feel safe. However Francis couldn't live like this forever…
"Okay but I don't really sleep anymore." Mary admitted.
"That's okay; we can talk." Francis sat down on the same sofa as Mary. "Why didn't you tell me about Lord Boyd and the revolution earlier?" Francis gave Mary a quizzical look and a small smirk.
"Maybe I was distracted." Mary smirked.
"So my charms are working." Francis smiled wider.
Mary just giggled.
"You really were brilliant tonight; that Scottish jig was breath taking." Francis said.
"Thank you. I didn't know what to do at first then it all came flooding back to me; it was almost like I was back in the Scottish highlands… Do you want me to teach you?" Mary got up ready to dance again.
"Now?" Francis raised his eye brows.
"When else? We have all night… I will make a Scott's man out of you yet! After all it is your duty as my husband to know Scotland's trade mark."
So Francis climbed out of his seat; bracing himself for what's to come.
"Right, so heals together…no NO not like that! Francis!" Mary laughed at Francis as he looked at his feet like a foreign instrument.
"I'm sorry you're just so quick." Francis laughed now so Mary had to wait till he regained concentration.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes" Francis said but then bursts out laughing again.
"Oh you're useless! I can't teach you how to do a Scottish jig if you're acting like a child!" Mary said as strict as possible but laughing at the same time.
"Stop laughing! You're making me laugh! What are you laughing at?" Mary asked with a frustrated face trying to hold down her laughter.
"I can't stop…laughing! I just keep thinking a couple of years ago I didn't even consider marrying you, being King or even learning how to dance a Scottish jig!… I wanted to travel and now I am bombarded with every problem in France and out; I'm married now and learning how to dance a Scottish jig…I'm even a father! It's just strange how life has changed… how I've changed." Francis had stopped laughing by now; husband and wife were seated again.
"Do you regret it?" Mary asked a little worried what answer she would get.
"I regret killing my father so then we could have travelled to Scotland before I was crowned. I regret sleeping with Lola but I will never regret John. I wish France wasn't such a hazard and politics weren't so complicated… The one thing I don't regret is marrying you; I knew when you told me Thomas had proposed I couldn't let you go through it because I love you. Whatever we have to go through Mary as Husband and Wife, King and Queen or Scotland and France I will never regret marrying you." Francis and Mary stared in to each other's teary eyes.
"Do you regret anything?" Francis asked.
"I will never regret marrying you, Francis or even being beside you. No matter how many times Catherine has sabotaged me or my country or even when I was attacked… the only thing I regret is leaving you behind because of the prophecy; I just dreaded it coming true or even you getting hurt… I don't want you to be miserable because of me, Francis." Mary said as her tears ran.
Francis cupped her face. "What do you mean?"
"What if I don't get over this? What if we will never be as one as husband and wife again because I can't get over my fear?! I don't want you to blame me or grow resentful." Mary cried into Francis's chest.
"You will get over this. I know you will Mary; you're strong. And if you don't then I will happily just stand by your side, just don't push me away." Francis reassured, eventually Mary began to laugh at herself and so did Francis as they remembered what an eventful day it had been.
"Did you see Bash's face when Jeffery called him lad?!" Mary burst out laughing.
"Yes! I was so close to laughing! And when he called you Lassie I thought you were going to put him in his place but you didn't…why?" Francis asked.
"I find it comforting it reminds me of Scotland and its society, anyway I trust Jeffery…he's a friend."
"You have only known him a day." Francis tested Mary.
"You know when you know you can trust someone that's how I know." Mary said.
"There's an awful lot of knows in your knowingly answer." Francis laughed.
They ordered fruit and wine through the night as they laughed and talked expressing every emotion but most of all they felt at peace and slowly…Mary was healing.
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