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Paris, Kingdom of France. 3 days later.

I had a death grip on Mary's hand as the carriage we were in sped away from French court. Forgive me for sounding naive and cliche and all that other childish bullshit, but I had always imagined that my wedding night, if I had one, to be special and romantic and Heavenly and all that stuff you see on Hallmark. So naturally, having almost the entire French court watching me make love to Mary, was really messed up. Even more fucked was that after the ceremony, Lola had cornered me and forced me to have a make out session with her. I felt so dirty as she kissed me over and over, it was by God's Grace that Mary hadn't woken up.

Truth be told, the consummation ceremony wasn't the only reason that I wanted Mary and I to get some time away from French Court. Luckily, honeymoons were a thing in 1500's France, so Mary and I decided to go to the village of Anet. We would be passing through Paris on our way to the cottage that was owned by Henry and that caused me concern. We would have to attend parties and meet with nobles who were more likely than not, power hungry.

"I wish we didn't have to visit Paris, I wish we could just go straight to Anet." I griped in the carriage as Mary held my hand.

"I know my love, but King Henry insists on us attending this ball in Paris." Mary said as she pressed my hand to her lips. "We need to endear ourselves to the nobles since we are the future king and queen of France."

"I get that, but I want our honeymoon to be just us." I pleaded.

"And it will be Francis, after we get through this ball, we will go straight to Anet and it will be 2 months of me and you and no one else." My wife assured me as we shared a passionate kiss. I held her in my arms, enjoying the feel of her skin, her scent, the sound of her voice.

Rented Estate of the Duke of Estouteville. Paris, France. 3 days later.

As it turns out, nobility parties are a lot more boring in real life than they are in TV and movies. There was hardly any dancing and mostly just drinking and all of the men were standing around with drinks in hands, congratulating themselves on being masters of France. Even the dancing that was going on felt more like a chore than a fun activity.

As we found out upon our arrival, his Grace: the Duke of Estouteville was one of the most straight laced nobles in the entire Kingdom of France. If you wanted a stereotypical French party with lots of drinking and sex, he was not the guy for the job. Thankfully, Mary felt as bored as I was; even through she fought tooth and nail to keep from showing it to anyone. Misery does indeed love company.

If we were back in the 21st century, I would have more likely than not, been able to make up so bullshit excuse so Mary and I could have fifteen the Hell out of there and back in the way to our honeymoon. Unfortunately, it was a totally different deal in the 16th century. According to Henry, the Duke of Estouteville was a very prominent noble. Not as prominent as that shit eater Lord Stephane Narcisse, but he did have plenty of prestige in his own right. That meant we had to make him feel special in order to maintain his loyalty and his favor; ignoring the fact that as the French royal family, the loyalty of the nobles should have been already in our hands.

Anyway, near the end of the night, the Duke of Estouteville was talking my freaking ear off about some religious pilgrimage he had made in Southern France. I couldn't care less about this holy trip, but naturally I had to pretend that I gave a damn in order to keep in his grace's good...graces. Let me assure you, whoever is reading this, that there are only a few things more insufferable than hearing someone talk excessively when they have nothing of interest to say. It's like Chinese water torture or some shit.

As fate would have it, my amazing wife would end up coming to my rescue. While I kept waiting for a moment to end the conversation that I was having with the Duke of Estouteville, or at the very least change the topic of conversation to some th Inc remotely interesting, I saw Mary out of the corner of my eye. She dropped a goblet of wine that she had been drinking and fell to the floor.

"Mary!" I cried out as I quickly rushed over to the love of my life as I scooped her up in my arms. Thankfully, she was conscious and looked up at me.

"Francis...I'm so tired...the room is...spinning." she whispered as her eyes fluttered.

"The Queen of Scots is unwell, I must take her to her chambers. Please excuse me, your Grace." I said as j quickly made my way out of the ballroom and to our chambers. After I closed the door, I laid Mary in the bed as I knelt next to her.

"Mary...are you all right?" I asked anxiously.

"Are we alone?" she asked weakly.

"Yes my love." I assured as she opened her eyes wide and pecked me on the lips.

"Then I'm fine." Mary said with a cheeky smile as my confusion turned to amazement.

"You faked that dizzy spell just to get us out of that bore fest!" I exclaimed as she pulled me on top of her.

"I couldn't stay with those ladies another minute, they were so dull." Mary griped as I kissed her deeply.

"I love you."

"I know."

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