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As Mary and I went into court, arm in arm, Catherine was preparing a grand execution worthy of a Medici Queen. Everything was adorned with gold and it all looked superfluous as Hell.

"Henry believes that she's just stalling." Mary replied as we watched the dress rehearsal for Catherine's beheading.

"I don't know. Knowing my mother, she would want to make her execution as grand an affair as possible; secure her place in the history books, perhaps garner some sympathy from future historians." As we watched the proceedings proceed, I caught Nostradamus out of the corner of my eye, he was watching me intensely and it was creepy as Hell. Eventually, the court seer made his way up to me and bowed his head.

"My Dauphin, I'm afraid I must speak with you; alone." He said in his typical raspy voice.

"Can it wait?" I asked, not wanting to leave Mary's side.

"I'm afraid that it can not." Nostradamus insisted as I gave Mary's hand a squeeze and followed Catherine's confident out of the throne room.

After we made our way to Nostradamus's study, he barred the door. That definitely got me on edge.

"What is this about?" I asked, trying to keep my cool as Nostradamus stared me down.

"My vision that showed that your union with Mary would bring about your death, it has changed." He answered as I was stunned. The vision was supposed to change after Clarissa died, but she was still alive and as far as I knew, unaware of her true parentage. It was another move that the show had not prepared me for.

"How can this be?" I inquired as the seer got closer to me.

"Because I predicted the death of Catherine's first born...and you are not her first born, Nolan." Nostradamus explained as my heart literally skipped a beat. For a brief moment, I thought about spewing some bullshit, but I knew it was pointless; especially because if he told the wrong people, I'd burn as a warlock.

"You saw me in your visions, the real me?" I asked, still trying to get over the shock.

"The life you had, hundreds of years from now." Nostradamus confirmed as I sat down to catch my breath.

"I was smoking one day and the next, I'm waking up in Francis's body. Can this be undone?" I asked, hoping he had some answer.

"If what happened to you can be remedied, I know not how. I also saw you confiding in Sebastian. He has been helping you masquerade as prince Francis." Nostradamus commented as I gave him a nod.

"I needed help, I can't run this con on my own and Bash was the one one I could trust." I replied as Catherine's seer sat next to me.

"I will not share your secret with anyone, provided that you can convince King Henry to pardon Catherine." Nostradamus offered, clearly wanting to protect his most ardent defender from the block. To be fair, I couldn't blame him for wanting to keep his meal ticket alive and well. I would most likely do the same if I was in his position; didn't mean I had to like it though.

"Even if I wanted to save Catherine's ass, what makes you think Henry will listen to me?" I asked genuinely.

"Tell Catherine that my visions have changed. Tell her that I see you and Mary having a long life, with children who will rule long after you depart from this world. She will no longer be a threat to marry and promise the same to her husband." Nostradamus insisted as I literally felt my heart jump up into my throat.

"Did you say...children? Mary's not going to lose them? I'm going to be a father?" I asked in quick succession as I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks like raindrops on a window pane.

"I saw that Mary will be the mother of your children, you will have twins: a boy and a girl." Nostradamus promised as he held my hand and gave me a small smile as I felt utterly overwhelmed.

I had never expected that I would ever have children. I didn't think that being a family man was really in the cards for me. I never felt worthy enough to have a loving family of my own after l the bullshit I'd had to put up with: my mom dying, my dad not giving a shit, and of course my meth addicted bitch sister. I didn't want to risk my sister's shitty ass genetics being passed onto some poor innocent kid. But the truth was that I had always wanted a wife; I had always wanted kids. I had wanted a family of my own, people that would love me back. Now, Nostradamus was telling me that Mary would give me the family I always wanted.

"I'm...going to...have a family..." I stuttered as I plopped on the floor and cried tears of joy.

"That is why you must save Catherine from the axe Nolan. She is ruthless and cruel, but her cruelty is outweighed only by the love she beats towards her children and her grandchildren." Nostradamus declared as he picked me up off of the floor.

"I will do what I can to get Henry to drop the charges, but I can not promise that he will listen to me." I replied as I knew that despite her black heart, Catherine de Medici would be a powerful ally in the conflicts to come; especially with Lord Narcisse in the 2nd season. As much as she deserved it, I couldn't let Catherine get beheaded. I needed her, my wife needed her, and my children needed her too.

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