I DO NOT OWN REIGN.

Craigmillar Castle. Edinburgh, Kingdom of Scotland. The next day.

As soon as we were taken to Craigmillar Castle, I asked to be taken to Mine and Mary's bedchambers where I promptly fell asleep. I was just absolutely worn out from the voyage over. When I finally woke up, I felt refreshed. As I looked over, I saw Mary in her nightgown as I leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes and smile at me before returning the kiss.

"You slept for an entire day, my love." She remarked as I stretched out in our new feather bed.

"Can you blame me?" I asked as I slowly sat up. "The voyage over took a lot out of me; I'm just thankful to be on dry land."

"I put off being introduced to court until today because I wanted you to be there with me." Mary said as she got up from our bed.

"As your consort or as your husband?" I inquired as I got up from the bed and did some much needed stretching.

"Both, you are everything to me Francis." Mary insisted as she held my face in her hands.

"As you are to me, Mary." I insisted in return as I pressed my lips to hers. We made out for a few minutes and then summoned our new set of man and maid servants to help us prepare for our first day at Scottish Court. I was given a new Scottish style outfit to better get the point across how devoted to Scotland, since that was definitely going to be an issue. Thankfully, it wasn't too difficult or different from what I wore in France; except for the emphasis on plaid, and the kilt.

I never actually knew how much effort it took to properly don a kilt, but the servants said that Scottish men often wore kilts for formal affairs, which this certainly was. I eventually got it on properly and Mary looked pleased as I came out of the room in my Scottish duds.

"So, how do I look?" I asked with hope as Mary's face lit up like a light bulb.

"You look like a true Scot." She said as she wrapped her arms around me and embraced me tightly. I was glad that I could do this for my wife. To be honest, since I was first put into Francis's body, I didn't really care a whole lot about being king of France. Henry and Catherine had 2 other sons to continue the dynasty when Francis died, so it wasn't like he was the only Valois who could inherit the throne.

France had a stable line of monarchs, Scotland didn't. It needed more attention than France did and that was something that Mary and to be honest, I had always gotten frustrated with Francis in the show for. He barely paid any attention to Scotland when it needed him and if he had, Mary might not have been overthrown by the Protestants and that dick head Darnley. I was ready to be the consort that Francis couldn't be and Mary needed me to be.

After we finished our dressing, Mary and I made our way into the throne room where everyone was gathered to greet us: the privy council, James, the Earl of Moray, the other nobles who were currently residing at court, and most of all, Marie de Guise. By this point, my wife and I were both fed up with that woman. Mary was pissed at her for selling out Scotland to the French and I was pissed because in the show, after Mary told her that she had been raped, Marie's only concern was that Severin hadn't impregnated her. A trumpet fanfare interrupted my thoughts as Mary linked her arm through mine.

"Her majesty: Mary, Queen of Scots and her husband, Francis de Valois!" The herald announced as we walked into the room as everyone bowed to us and paid their respects to their new Queen and king consort.

"My daughter and my son and law, I am so pleased to see you both have arrived safely." Marie said as we stood before her as she sat on Mary's throne.

"As are we, now before this goes any further, perhaps my wife could be seated on her throne?" I asked pointedly as I could tell that Marie was pissed off, but she kept her smile plastered on.

"Of course." She replied as she got up and made way for Mary to sit on the Scottish throne. There was no throne for me yet, so I just stood beside her.

"My brother James pleaded with me to return to my homeland because he feared that my mother was either unable or unwilling to handle the problems that the crown now faces; I now believe that his concerns have merit." Mary announced to the court as Marie looked like she'd just been bitch slapped.

"How dare you, I have kept the throne safe so you would have one to sit on." She growled as Mary stared her down.

"You have also used your Queen as a bargaining chip to gain power for yourself, you have stacked the government with French instead of Scots and you also engaged in a secret deal with King Henry II to sell Scotland to France if I died without an heir!" Mary exclaimed as the last charge sealed the bitch's fate. The guards had to keep all the nobles back as they called for her head.

"Marie de Guise, it is clear that you care not for Scotland or for your daughter, but for power." I said as I looked down at the woman who had barely raised my wife. "If I had my way, I'd see you beheaded, but your punishment is for my wife to decide."

"Your crimes are worthy of death. It is only for the love I bear you as your daughter that I spare your life." Mary said after thinking for a few moments. "You are removed from your position as regent and you are nearby banished from Scotland. You are to leave within the next fortnight and never return; on pain of imprisonment."

"I gave you everything, you wouldn't even have that foolish French boy if I hadn't arranged it for you!" Marie growled in hatred.

"What Francis and I have built has nothing to do with you. Guards, see my mother to her estate so that she may prepare to leave the country." Mary replied as the guards removed Marie de Guise from the room. Once she was gone, Mary turned to the others. "My mother cared more for her French Allies than she did for this country, but I have the heart of a Scot and Scotland is all that I am!"

"God save Queen Mary!" 1 Scottish noble cried out as everyone began to cheer for my wife who looked like she had just conquered the entire world.

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