The Queen of Scots didn’t know what Caz was doing, she just knew it was dangerous. She had found that she could be happy again with him, though she didn’t know if he felt the same. Still, ever since Frances’ death, she had been reserved, but now she felt ready to open her heart again. He would want that, for Mary to be happy, even though the past year had been nothing but her wishing she had more time with her late husband.
Going to his chambers, she paced, waiting for Caz. Mary needed to know he was safe. It seemed like hours before he walked into that door but when he finally did, she let out an audible sigh and went to embrace him while sitting down. He looked rough and all Mary wanted to do was comfort him. Her fingers threaded through is hair.
“At this time of night? No,” she answered. “I was worried about you.”
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“Has anyone seen you, Mary? You shouldn’t come to my room alone at night, it’s not proper.” He sighed softly, although he was more than glad to see her. He didn’t know why but it seemed that Mary always was following her heart no matter what the cost. He pushed himself up a little and away from the young woman.
“I am really glad of your concern. I wish I could have seen you more often the last couple of weeks but we are on the hunt for a murderer. To no avail, I’m afraid. How have you been, dear Mary?”









