Y/n Valois-Tudor 17 year old girl who is air to the English throne. Her mother, Queen Elizabeth sits on the English throne and her father, King Henry II sits on the French throne which makes Y/n a bastard child. Y/n is currently living at French cou...
I hurry out of bed and quickly get changed into my dress for today, which is a lovely light blue dress that isn't tight it's loose and easy to move around in. I also wear my mothers ring that she gave me before I left for French court.
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I exit my private chambers with a smile on my face as always, then I walk through the huge corridors of French Court and when I reach the stairs I graciously walk down them with my head held high.
As I reach the bottom, I see my half-brother, Sebastian (Bash), exit one of the rooms. I walk over to him with a joyful smile.
"Bash," I said as I pulled him into a friendly hug. I look over Sebastian's shoulder to see the high born and lords glaring at us because We're both Bastard born.
"There you are, I was just about to find you." Sebastian said as he pulled away from the hug with a smile on his face.
"Sorry, I was just getting ready. So, Mary Stuart is coming to the French Court once again." I said, looking up at my half-brother with a smirk, knowing he always had a little crush on Mary when we were kids.
"Yes. To Marry our brother, Francis. But, what about our sister marrying that horrid Spanish prince?" Sebastian said with distaste in his words and disgust over his face.
"You do not approve?" I asked with a confused face. I thought King Phillip the II was a nice and honest man. He is partially arrogant and is not the smartest of men, but my dear sister could have done worse.
"It doesn't matter what I think. I'm just a bastard." Sebastian said still with a smile. Sebastian is the kind of man who prefers to be a bastard, so he can do as he pleases.
"As am I, brother." I said, my smile slightly faltering. I'm a bastard, but I still have duties towards England, not France, that's Francis's job.
"Ah, look who's finally gracing us with their presence!" Sebastian said rather loudly as he stared in the direction of the stairs.
I confusingly spin around to see my other half-brother, Dauphin Francis, walking down the stairs with a spring to his steps as he quickly fixes his jacket.
"I was riding." Francis said as he got to the bottom of the stairs, trying to tuck his shirt in.
"Really? Who?" Sebastian asked smirkingly as he looked at the state Francis is in. Messy clothing, messy hair, a jump in his steps. What a man whore.
Francis just chuckles shoving off the assumption Sebastian is making. "So, what's the mood?" Francis asked turning around so Sebastian could fix his collar.
"Father's or the mood in general?" I asked as I slap Sebastian's hand away and fix his collar properly.
"Tense to both. Planning for your sister's wedding." Sebastian answered as Francis spin back around to face the two bastards.
