QUEEN OF SCOTS

independent selective and private roleplay blog for mary queen of scots from the CW's reign. as loved by del

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                              in my end

                                                  is my beginning 

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  the chill in the air, brought on by northern winds & the light dusting of snow, was barely felt by robb, wrapped in a fur-lined cloak that bore the sigil of his house. he’d experienced the summer snows often enough to become accustomed to them; after all, they were nothing more than preludes for what was to come. the nights were already getting longer, the sun completing its course across the sky in a shorter amount of time; soon, the long night would be upon him, and with it each enemy that had not yet been toppled.

  all were expecting him to act, and quickly—at this rate, it would be a long time before the war of the five kings would draw to a close… not good enough. what began as a series of successes & victories had dwindled into much more ambiguous territory  /  things not worth celebrating. i’ve made a botch of everything but the battles, haven’t i? he’d once asked his mother, the upward quirk of his mouth looking sad despite what it was supposed to represent.

  “i am humbled to hear your house will fight alongside us to support our cause.” a cause that was no longer borne from his own desires to reunite his house; the other northern men had seen to that, stoked the flames  /  bloodlust &war cries  /  until suddenly, the task had become saving the north along with them.

                         mary and francis had yet to have any sons of their own, and even then they would still be too young to join the fighting. instead, the best support that mary could give the young wolf was her uncles, fierce northerners who had fought alongside eddard stark during robert’s rebellion. mary could not offer her husband to her king’s service either. it was well known that house medici refused to take an official stance, lest they be crushed by their many enemies. mary’s direct support of the starks would not be viewed favorably by her mother in law, but mary’s own mother had encouraged her to come home to receive the king herself. 

                          ❝  house stuart is honored to fight for such a noble cause. we are holding a feat tonight, in your honor, and my uncles and more men shall depart with your army in the morning.  ❞ there is a strong  feeling of pride that wells in mary’s chest, in that moment she know for certain that this is exactly what her father would have wanted from her. 

                           mary motions to the group of servants nearby to begin to collect the belongings of the army into the keep and out of the snow, lest they all catch a chill later. already the sky was beginning to give way to sunset, and within the hour it would surely be dark.

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His victory didn’t matter as much as it did to him now, and he left the racket and ball on the court for others to use. Francis offered her his arm and began walking with her towards the garden. There was a large maze and many rows of low-lying hedges that formed paths across the green expanse. It was one of the places he liked the most about his home, apart from his room and the training hall.

A loud cheer rose from the other tennis court, and he could just make out Bash’s voice declaring himself the winner. He put his half-brother out of his mind for the moment and focused on Mary.

                     “…how have you been finding your stay, Mary?                        Is everything as you hope?”

He knew they hadn’t exactly gotten off on a good start, what with her nearly walking in on him and one of his “lady friends.” While they were only talking, it had led to an awkward and slightly tense situation.

                       if mary had learned anything in the past week at court, it was to  select her words carefully. not only had catherine reminded her, but many instances with francis kept the need for diplomacy fresh in her mind. she wants to believe that francis is GOOD, that he truly cares for her and wants to make sure she is alright. yes, it had been difficult to see francis with other women. mary’s years at the convent were spent isolated from the opposite sex, but it was foolish of her to believe francis would have been held to that same standard. 

                      ❝ everything is rather different, i’m afraid. i miss when we were children these gardens seemed endless, we’d play here for hours.  ❞ mary couldn’t help but wonder if she would always feel a deep nostalgia for the years mary spent as francis’  playmate, years she felt that france was her home.

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   Arthur hadn’t expected his father to be so agreeing of Mary. After some disastrous attempts at marriages and love in general, Arthur had given up hope. It now seemed that Mary had stepped into his life at the right time and he in hers. Once he’d learned of everything that had happened to her in France, he’d done everything that he could to help her and comfort her as much as she would allow without him getting too much in the way. He was glad that she in turn had wanted to take the time to get to know him and he her. Now he felt as if they could have known each other their whole lives.

   He smiled at his Queen and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. “If you’d like, we could invite your mother as well. I know you two don’t always get along, but I have a feeling she’ll be thrilled at knowing she’ll be a grandmother.” Children wasn’t something his own father had pushed for, but he knew it was something Mary’s mother had done. He’d told her they wouldn’t have to try so quickly, but it seemed that everything was working out that way anyway. “In the meantime, we’ve got some time just to ourselves. Would you like to go stroll the gardens with me? I could have the servants bring along some tea and crumpets.”

                         nothing could possibly ruin the happiness mary felt in this moment. her mother would certainly make every attempt to be by her daughter’s side throughout her pregnancy, and mary would be revered by many for having a child so soon. the only thing that could escalate her joy would be knowing the sex of the baby. if she were to give arthur a son  mary knew it would only strengthen their union in the eyes of mary’s enemies, as well as their relationship in the eyes of their families. 

                        ❝ absolutely. we can discuss names and make the arrangements necessary for a nursery.  ❞

                           when she had realized that she was with child, mary had already begun thinking of names for her baby, and her list was quite long. mary knew that arthur would certainly have names of his own to add to the list, and hopefully the two of them  would be able to compromise.

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i’ll spare you guys the details, but i’ve had the flu for the past week and a half!! i’m starting to feel a bit better now, so i’ll start working on what i owe everyone <3

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i wanna write an asoiaf muse so bad !! like ygritte or someone???

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i have won every battle, yet somehow i am losing this war.

book based robb stark of asoiaf  /  protected by alice  /  personals do not reblog

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Francis Valois in every episode - Fated (1.08)

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warringpeace​

He couldn’t speak for his mother. There were times when she was secretive, which was a trait that one needed to survive in any European court.

                    “It was amiable enough. Should it ease your mind, I apologize                       on her behalf.”

To promise that he would talk to her, convince her to improve her behavior towards Mary, would be an empty one. The only thing he could do was to placate a shaky friendship between the two women.

As the ball flew towards him, he grinned and slammed it across the net, well out of her reach, and scoring the first point.

                     “Competitive indeed. France shall conquer Scotland soon enough,                       Your Majesty.”

                     mary watches in near disbelief as the ball sails well beyond her reach. her  lips part as she tries to come up with some clever retort. none came to mind and her lack of a sarcastic reply was more frustrating than losing at tennis was. but still, it was hard to  deny she was enjoying herself. 

                     the scot anxiously awaited francis’ serve, a tennis skill she never could quite master. the bright sun kept heat trapped in mary’s dark hair, and it was becoming almost unbearable. never one for strict formalities, she begins to cross the court, closer to the net than was allowed for their game.

                 ❝ perhaps scotland and france could discuss a treaty, in the gardens?  ❞ even as a young girl, mary adored the gardens. it was a favorite spot for hide and seek, as well as a place she felt calm and peaceful. 

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#a ray of sunshine

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sonofpendragon​  ♡ ‘d                    

                                 the south, mary was learning was hot. as a child she remembered loving this weather, the hours she would spend laying in the sun with francis and his sibling... but now, the heat felt almost too much. she had peeled off layers of furs and gossamer to stay comfortable. she assumed that she was entirely alone, as was custom for brides and their husbands to be keep apart close to the wedding. a noise from nearby told mary otherwise, and she quickly lept to her feet and reached for a cloak to better cover herself.

                    ❝ i apologize my lord i- i thought i was alone.  ❞ 

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splitcrown​  ♡ ‘d

                                 the journey south was not altogether difficult, mary had formed small friendships with the guards her mother had ordered acompany her and they were fine conversation partners. they told her stories of battles they had fought alongside her father in, and commented often on mary’s spirit being  kindred with the man she had not known’s. they tended to her every need, and  assured mary they were safe. when they arrived at northern border of the reach, their small group observed a hooded figure on a horse, seemingly waiting for their arrival. mary’s guards reached for their weapons, and watched their lady with fierce eyes. 

                                ❝ they’re alone - they don’t appear dangerous.  ❞ her voice wavers as her gloved hands hold the reigns of her mare tighter. 

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                        ❝ my place is here! i’ll defend my home first.  ❞ the northerner’s anger is more than obvious as she shouts. with the war raging in the south, and creeping further north as the days passed by, mary became increasingly aware of how weak the scotlands truly were. without the last two stuarts at lithlithgow, their lands would surely be captured and pillaged by lannsiter armies. 

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                      there had never been so much light inside linlithgow’s cold stone walls. not in the time that mary could ever remember. perhaps the keep had been full of song and laughter when her father was alive, and had so many young sons running about. but, today was a truly special occasion. the king in the north would be there, for mary to pledge house stuart’s unwavering fealty to him. 

                         everything needed to be perfect, mary and her mother needed to show the young wolf that house stuart was still strong and a valuable ally. but, this united front put unbelievable strain on her marriage. it was true that in private, mary’s southern husband  supported robb and his cause, but his family did not. 

                               standing in the yard, mary anxiously awaited the  fanfare that would announce his arrival. today was about so much more than just her loyalty, it was about making her father proud, and keeping a strategic political position that gave mary power (especially over francis’ family.)

                            the horns signaling the arrival of the stark filled mary with more anxiety than she had thought humanly possible, but still she pushed through the unease with francis at her side. he was not made for the north, and looked out of place in such heavy furs in the light summer snow falling. 

            ❝ linlithgow and scotland are forever yours, your grace.  ❞ the words feel so foreign on her tongue. she had met robb once that she was aware of, right after her father had died. the two were born in the same year and yet robb had already done much with his life that mary could never dream of.       

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like for a starter in my asoiaf verse!!

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Shipping info meme Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What is your OTP for your character?

mary and francis have my heart without a doubt! i loved their relationship, especially their actual historical one. yes of course reign made it super dramatic, but i think in both contexts they loved each other very much, not just because it was expected of them.

What are you willing to write when it comes to shipping?

anything that doesn’t have some super large age gap or is incest 

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

i tend to write mary from around 22-25 which is obviously much later than history seeings as she was 14 when her and francis were married, but anything that’s like a 45+ year old and mary is kind of a huge nope.

Are you selective when shipping?

of course! there are some characters that i just don’t see mary interacting with like that. it all depends on their chemistry

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFW?

anything going beyond the waist 

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

as of right now, i have a thread for mary and arthur from bbc’s merlin, but also would like to see how some ships play out in my asoiaf verse. i also think mary and bash work well in an earlier verse, anything beyond s1 is awkward because i think she sees him as family

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

it could really go either way with me? we can just go for it or plan it out i don’t mind

How often do you like to ship?

as often as they’re around and work

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

probably somewhere in the middle? i really enjoy writing ship things, but they don’t have to be around all the time.

Are you multiship?

absolutely!! mary deserves all the happiness

What is/are your favourite ship(s) in your current fandom?

i’d have to say i really love jj and emily prentiss from criminal minds, frary ofc, and i cant think of any others but i love a lot of ships

Finally, how does one ship with you?

message me! write something up! send a random meme!! 

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