Grasping At Straws Of Power

A/N
The characters are a little OOC but i think they'll be fine. I also used some Scottish Gaelic and French in here so l'll put the translations right here!

Translations:
mon cheri -my darling (French)
mon amour -my love (French)
mar sin leat-goodbye (Scottish Gaelic)
gum biodh Dia leat air do thuras air ais -may God be with you on your return journey (Scottish Gaelic)

*Please let me know if I missed any!*

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"Get a deep purple gown for the christening, preferably a plum color," Lola demands to the poor tailor's apprentice, picking up and aimlessly tossing fabrics one after the other, "and add a fleur de lis bracelet won't you? After all, I am the mother of the king's first born. I might as well be his mistress." She perked up, "ooh, I like that. King's mistress. I am that, aren't I right Sarah?"

"Is it just me or has Lola gotten a lot more..." Kenna trailed off, her and Greer just outside the woman of the conversation's new chamber–the one she had demanded the week before.

"Bossy? Conceited? Arrogant?" Greer filled in with options, sneering at the self-proclaimed "king's mistress" sorting through intricate patterns one after the other.

"We should go. Lola might not be one of Mary's ladies anymore but we certainly still are." Kenna lightly gripped Greer's arm, pulling her away from Lola's door.

"What happened to her? I want the old Lola back" Greer sighed, exasperated and let herself be dragged away.

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A head of blond hair peeked around the Queen of Scots' door, looking in to see his queen staring distantly out the window. "Hello," he greeted, startling Mary.

She spun around, "Francis! I wasn't expecting you, do you not have a meeting with your council soon??"

"I do," he started, walking to Mary, "but I wanted to make sure you were alright, you know, with Lola?"

"Rumors travel fast." She sighs, "as well as one can be with their husband's self proclaimed mistress under the same roof."

"I assure you, Lola is not my mistress."

Mary smirked, "you wouldn't dare take a mistress while your wife is carrying your child, would you?"

"Of course n-" Francis's eyes widened in realization, "you're pregnant? Not that I would take a mistress if you weren't..."

"Yes, it's been some weeks since I found out and it's still early but I am finally with child!"

Francis could barely contain his happiness, swiftly closing the gap between husband and wife for a passionate kiss- one that both had deepened before Mary pulled away, much to Francis's poorly hidden disappointment. "You still have an important meeting to attend."

Francis pouted, crossing his arms, resembling a toddler, and fell back upon the nearby chaise.

"You have to go, you're the king." Mary beckoned, sitting beside him.

"Can't you go with me?"

"Would you be able to listen to the nobles at all then?" Mary exclaimed, laughing joyously. She leaned in and whispered sultrily, "I'll be all yours once you're back."

"Well, then I better get this meeting over with." Francis half-announced and offered his wife a hand.

Settling her hand in Francis's, she let him pull her up. "I'm going out for a walk in the courtyard with my ladies for a bit."