OKAY! SO, I HAVE READ ALL YOUR REVIEWS AND TAKEN EVERYTHING INTO CONSIDERATION. I AM GOING TO LET FRANCIS LIVE! AND MY STORY IS GOING TO BE LIKE ROLE REVERSE BETWEEN MARY AND ELIZABETH. OBVIOUSLY MARY WILL HAVE TO GO TO SCOTLAND I WILL TRY AND GET AS MUCH REAL HISTORICAL EVENTS IN THE STORY AS POSSIBLE. THIS IS GONNA BE HARD TO DO BUT WORTH IT!
#FRARY!
Francis, Sebastian and Leith were galloping out of the castle gates within five minutes with a search party not far behind. All Francis could imagine was the worst case scenario over and over in his head; anger rising by the second.
"How did this happen? How could you let this happen?!" Francis shouted as they galloped as fast as possible.
"There were dozens of Protestants attacking, you're Majesty. I only brought a dozen guards; it was so fast. I went to the carriage to check on the Royal highnesses but they were gone… I really am not surprised they attacked…." Leith said.
"Why do you say that?" Bash was suspicious.
"Lord Casory. He ordered the guards to burn their belongings and lobbed them all out of their homes; in the name of the king. I thought you would have known, that's why I was surprised to know you let the Highnesses out the castle with Protestants roaming the forest." Leith was as confused as ever before. All the men now knew there was a traitor at court and, to them; it seemed to be Lord Casory.
"I don't blame you, Leith. We must find the Queen, Princess Claude and my mother immediately." Francis said determinedly.
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The damp urine smelling cloth was removed from Mary's eyes to reveal a cosy camp where families were huddled together; children playing with daisies. However the camping cosy atmosphere didn't stop the peasants staring at Catherine, Claude and Mary like a wolf with its prey.
"Who's this?" A girl asked.
"This is Queen Mary! Our key to Freedom!" The old man yelled as clear as crystal. Again everyone cheered violently; screeching in their royal guest's ears insults that could result to death…For Protestants and Royalty.
"What shall we do with these two?" The men asked who were gripping Claude and Catherine.
"Excuse me! I am Princess Claude of France!"
Only to be faced with a chorus of "Ooohhhhh" Patronising all the Royals by pulling at their hair, jewellery and gowns making their self of steam drop hugely.
"Get off me!" Claude screeched.
"Stop it!" Catherine demanded.
Please don't, STOP!" Mary shouted.
"That's enough! Chain them up!" The old man said. "Not my Queen Mary she can stay where she is." The man smiled evilly.
"What are you going to do?" Mary felt like a child.
"Mary." Catherine said as she was being dragged away. "Keep calm my dear."
However comforting that was to Mary; she still felt her feelings of that dreadful night return, her arm hairs rising in nervousness.
"Don't worry sweet heart. We won't hit you or whip you; just slowly kill you. Bit by bit you will suffer; feel the pain we have felt and then we shall send your limbs back to French Court part by part." The man spat in her face.
Mary's insides quaked like an explosion of unwanted rejected feelings then despising screaming in her head from that dreadful night. Will she ever see Scotland? Would she ever have a child of her own and not Lola's? Will she ever be a mother and not a Queen? All Mary longed for right then was Francis and his reassuring touch.
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"We have searched for hours and yet no sign of their Highnesses! Why?" Francis wailed.
They had searched the surrounding area of the attack and sent guards off in every direction even the village they originally planned to go to and yet they were still at the beginning; no progress made at all.
"Where could they be?! Where would peasants hide with Royal blood in their palms?" Francis kicked the tree continuously.
"Francis!" Bash dragged his brother away from the now splintered tree. "We will find them, I promise. Right now though we have to return to Court." Bash said with reason.
"No I shall not go back while my mother, Sister and Mary are out in the freezing cold with Protestants! Who knows what is happening to them right now? No we shall keep looking!"
"Francis you need rest." Bash insisted.
"I said no! If the men need rest make fire but I am still going to keep looking, night or day."
What could Bash say? Francis is the King and long may he Reign.
I KNOW IT IS SHORT BUT PLEASE REVIEW!
IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO KEEP TO HISTORY BUT LET FRANCIS LIVE PLEASE DO TELL ME! xoxox
