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...
After the nice, relaxing bath, I get changed into one of my many royal velvet dresses.
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Then I decided to go for a wonder in the garden to clear my head. I exit the castle and follow the same path I was walking just about 2 hours ago.
The walk was peaceful until I heard a dog barking in the distance, which kind of pissed me off. I followed the barking of a dog until I see in the distance the one and only Mary Stuart going to chase after her dog that ran into the woods.
"Stirling! No, come back! Stirling!" Mary shouted, trying to follow her dog into the woods.
"Mary!" I shouted, trying to get her attention as I quickly jog over to her. But her attention stays in the direction of where her dog ran off to.
"Sterling! Come back!" Mary shouted again, thinking that that would bring the dog back, but it doesn't.
"Mary! No, no, wait!" I said as I grabbed her arm, just stopping her from entering the woods. I pull her around to face me, and she looks my face up and down, trying to figure out who I am, but also she has a worried look on her face. "Young girls, Royals, Queens. Do not leave the castle alone." I said, stating the obvious.
"But, my dog." Mary said, looking into the woods worried for her dog, but I can see she's upset about something else.
"Let him go. Do not go into those woods! Do you hear me?" I said loudly, showing her that I'm am very serious. But all she did was look at me with more confusion.
"Why, what's in those woods? Besides my dog, who I might've caught if you hadn't stopped me." Mary said worryingly as if it was my fault.
"He'll find his way back. There's food and warmth. Who wouldn't want to be at the castle?" I said with a smile only to see Mary look down at the ground as if she had answered my question.
"Except, perhaps, you. Rather be at the convent would you? Eating porridge and trudging through mud?" I said with a cheeky smile on my face, which caused Mary to look up with a smirk on her face.
"I quite like the way mud feels underfoot." Mary said with a small smile on her gorgeous face. Francis is one lucky man.
"Maybe you'll be sent back to the nuns. For misbehaving." I said with a small smirk as I examined the small details of her face like how her hazel eyes are both the sunlit boughs and the soft moss that clothed the hazel tree. And how her lips are so plumped and soft looking you could just kiss-Stop what am I thinking.
"You're cheeky." Mary said as she examined my face. Mary sees Y/n's beautiful blue eyes that reminded Mary of the blue ocean when the sun shone on it, making it sparkle. Mary had never seen such passion before until she looked into those fiery blue eyes.
"So I've been told." I said, Bring Mary out from what looked like a haze as she stared into my eyes.
"Who are you?" Mary asked with much desire in her eyes at wanting to know who this beautiful ginger woman standing in front of her is.
