OKAY, SO I HAVE JUST HAD A VERY UNHAPPY FAN WHO DOESN'T LIKE LOLA AND DIDN'T LIKE THE SCENE BETWEEN MARY AND CONDE – UNDERSTANDABLE! I DON'T LIKE CONDE EITHER BUT LOLA JUST WAS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME AND WHEN JOHN WAS CREATED, FRANCIS THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER BE WITH MARY…DON'T WORRY THIS IS A FRARY FANFICTION. I WILL CARRY ON MY STORY JUST FOR YOU…
Francis paced through the castle with one billion thoughts speeding though his head. Hadn't he tried his best? Wasn't Mary healing? Why was Conde transfixed with his wife? What should he do? How should he react? What is Mary thinking? Francis just wanted to yell and scream till he was red in the face.
"You're Majesty?" A servant stopped him in his tracks.
"WHAT?!" Francis roared but immediately the anger melted once he saw the young girl quake in her shoes. "I'm sorry…what can I do for you?"
"I…I was sent to tell you that the evening meal will be r- ready soon, your Majesty." The girl said then scurried off.
Francis just slumped in the corridor; he should just ask Mary. Yes that's what I will do.
"Are you well, Francis?" Catherine approached him.
"Yes mother I am fine. Will you gather the nobles for tonight's festivities?"
"Of course." Catherine said concerned.
Francis soon paced off again; heading to Mary's chambers briskly.
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"It feels odd with Kenna not being here." Greer said as she twirled Mary's hair strands back with flower petals entwined.
"It does a little. When she's back though we will know about it." Lola said.
The girls laughed. Mary was dressed in a simple blue-grey colour dress with thin straps; the dress had many layers and the silk dragged at the back…it was beautiful.
Just as Mary was putting on her grey flat shoes a heavy knock hammered on the door. Greer answered cautiously to be faced with an angry Francis.
"May I see Mary, please?" Francis didn't want an answer; he barged past Greer respectably. Mary knew just from looking at Francis he wanted to have a private conversation.
"Leave us." Mary asked. Within seconds King and Queen were alone. Mary took Francis's hand in hers. "What's wrong, Francis? What has happened?" Mary seemed concerned but Francis was reluctant to ask the question that is on the edge of his tongue.
"Mary I am going to ask you this once…Do you have feelings for Conde?" Mary immediately dropped Francis's hand and paced away from him.
"Where is this coming from?"
"I saw you in the stables with him. He was going to kiss you yet you didn't resist, do you have feelings for him?!" Francis felt like his father.
"Are you spying on me?!" Mary shouted.
"No I was coming to meet you, a servant said you had gone horse riding but that isn't the point! Just answer the question." This whole conversation was tiring Francis.
"I have feelings for Conde but not in the way that you think!" Francis died and entered heaven all at the same time during that sentence and sighed with relief.
"In what way then?" Francis gave Mary a quizzical look. Mary just walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling his blonde locks. "You are the love of my life, Francis. Conde is a friend and helped me through a hard time; you know how I struggled…please don't be angry." Mary leant her head against his; this soothed Francis's anger.
"He has to go, Mary." Francis whispered. "I don't trust him; he has feelings for you. How do I know he won't tempt you? Or he may offer you something I can't; you said he helped you when you shut me out…" Francis began to panic.
"You won't believe me whatever I say, will you? Why can't you trust me?" Mary pulled out of his embrace.
"I do trust you, Mary. I just don't trust him."
"Francis, if you're not careful you will lose me. But not because of Conde because of you." Mary said fiercely and left her chambers leaving Francis alone.
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Bash entered his room however his vision was blurry for some unknown reason he didn't know if this was a good thing or bad as he saw Kenna sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You've finally joined me, have you?" Kenna's voice sounded angry; Bash winced like a child.
"I don't know whyYOU'RE soANGRY! You're the one who d-diso-b-beyed her h-husband!" Bash retorted drowsily.
"I saved your life! And if that made me a terrible wife then fine! I will happily act like a prostitute if it saves your life; I would do it again as well!" Kenna screamed.
Kenna climbed into bed and lay there while Bash stumbled and neighbours in the next room grumbled unhappily. Bash just shouted "I King of France's brother and I can lock you up if I wish!" There was silence.
"Not the best way to go about it, Bash" Kenna commented.
"Oh yes I forgot, you could go and offer your body to them. Go on then off you go!" Bash said sarcastically.
Once Bash made it to bed (in the very few steps it took it was quite a while) he tossed and turned keeping up Kenna then stopped abruptly; fed up with his current position.
"I was jealous, Kenna. Their eyes were all over you; you should have more respect for yourself. I hate the thought of you in another's arms around you when you should be in mine." And with that Bash dragged her body towards hers and snuggled his head into her shoulder. Kenna just smiled.
"I will always be yours Bash."
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Francis entered the Great Hall to see all his subjects, Nobles, Catherine and Mary celebrating the coming of spring. There was dancing and fresh fruit and flowers but the only thing stopping Francis from smiling was his earlier argument with Mary. He found her out in the crowd to see the man he least wanted beside her; Conde.
"Conde." Francis greeted.
"My King." Conde bowed.
"I have heard of the rather close relationship you have with my wife." Francis said politely but his eyes were poison.
"Francis not here." Mary whispered.
"No Mary, this hasto be dealt with!" Francis said loudly catching everyone's decisions.
"You will stay away from my wife, Cousin. Any feelings you may have for her you mustdismiss. Do you understand? Or else you will lose your head!" Francis roared.
"Francis!" Conde hissed. "I don't know what you are talking of, I and Mary are just friends Cousin."
"Mary knows that but do you?!" Francis said.
Conde's barriers came crashing down immensely emotionally revealing. He looked to the floor in an ashamed way. Conde side glanced Mary only to see pity in her eyes then he ran out of the great hall up one of the passage stairs.
Francis held his hand out to his wife to join him in a dance. All Mary did was glare.
"That wasn't the place Francis. Don't be so immature." Mary insulted the King in front of the whole party and began to exit the party only to be held back by Francis's hand on her arm; he griped her arm tightly.
"Do not insult me! You forget I am your King!" Francis roared down her ear.
"Francis let me go." Mary's voice chocked. "You're hurting me." A teat slid down her cheek.
Francis immediately let her go and stepped back; Mary ran to the exit and all Francis did was stand frozen in the middle of the floor for many minutes.
Nobles got concerned for the King's well-being among Catherine's ears so she approached her son.
"I and the King have urgent business to discuss, please enjoy the festivities!" Catherine smiled and guided her son out of the Great Hall. Once out of view Francis broke down.
"I never meant to hurt her, Mother. I didn't. I would never hurt her like those beastly men." Francis spat.
"I know my son. Mary will forgive you; your power got the best of you, that's all. It happened plenty of times to your father." Catherine held the King in a warm embrace.
"I don't want to be like Father."
"Shh" Catherine soothed her son finding purpose in moments like this.
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Mary leant against her door flooded in tears. Why had Francis become so angry? She didn't know that side of Francis.
A knock came at the door. Then another.
Mary fixed her postured appearance. "Who is it?"
"Catherine." The voice of her ally rang out.
Mary got up off the floor and sat of the feathered seat facing the hellish fire.
"Enter."
Catherine busted in as mighty as ever with a fierce face but her eyes so concerned however Catherine wouldn't be Catherine without being bold and sitting beside Mary.
"Francis didn't mean it, my dear." Catherine stroked her hair as if she were a child. "He's new to all this Royal power; he ran away with it."
"I felt dominated; like I was powerless." Mary sobbed. "In front of everyone."
"Don't worry about all them; tomorrow it will be old news. Something else will catch their eye…honestly Mary; Francis is devastated at his behaviour. You know what men are like; he wanted to show Conde who you belonged to."
"I belong to no one! I am the Queen of Scott's and no man will control me!" Mary's inner lion came out to play.
"Now that's the Mary I know. So why don't you tell Francis that; talk to him…just don't push him away because if Francis is destroyed; France will be too." Catherine warned for King and Country.
"I just need time."
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