#bloodofscots

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“I have been looking everywhere for you. I have just had the most boring conversation and I had to endure it all without you. I made my excuses, however.” A warm smile pulled on Francis’ lips as he spoke, gaze turning to glance around the room for a moment or two. “Where did you go? Are you feeling alright?”

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              ❝Mary? I was told you wished to see me.❞

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“Queen Mary, dear cousin, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company? You are a long way from home.”

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One of his earliest memories of Mary is of a time the inhabitants of the royal nursery reenacted the nativity story. A very squirmy three year old Alexandre, who was meant to be portraying the Christ child, refused to sit still and ended up spilling the pretend frankincense in Mary’s lap.

They were never close during her time in France, mainly because of the age difference, but Henri retained an idealised image of Mary after she returned to Scotland

Henri would’ve gladly offered Mary refuge in France, both because of his messiah complex and in the hopes of regaining the allegiance of his Catholic citizens.

News of Mary’s assassination rocked Henri’s already fragile mental health. He had recurring nightmares of her beheading, but in his dreams, instead of the woman he knew Mary to be, she was the teenage Queen of his youth.

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Bash shifted as he awaited for the carriage carrying Mary, his betrothed... The Prince had not seen her since she had been hidden away years before. He wished that he could have went to find the person who attempted to poison her, even if it did mean that she was to be returning. The Dauphin did not like the idea of someone trying to harm his intended. His mother was on the other side of his father, and she must have sensed his worry, “Bash,” was all the Queen of France said.

“We do have men looking for the culprit?” He asked Henry as he had constantly from the moment he heard the news of the poisoning. The king was once again assuring him when he was distracted by the announcement of the arrival of her carriage. “Mary...”

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“I’m afraid it would be easier to teach a dog to discard it’s prey....but it does not mean we cannot try,” Greer whispered with a sad smile upon her lips. She knew to an extent the burden her queen and friend carried. 

“You know we will always try for you,” Greer motioned to herself and towards the corridor behind them, indicating her other ladies.