Father daughter imagine things

dying - francis valoirs

Y/n is eleven

Summary: Francis and Mary pull Y/n aside and tell her that Francis is dying, which she's not happy about.

Francis x Mary

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Y/n walks through the castle until she comes across one of the guards from her parent's room. "Your Highness," He bows. "The King and Queen have requested your presence."

"Thank you, sir." Y/n nods. She walks to her parents bed chambers and the guards open the doors.

She walks in and smiles at her parents only for her smile to drop when she sees the looks on their faces. "Mother? Father?"

"Have a seat, dear." Mary smiles. Y/n nods and sits down in front of her father as her mother stands beside Francis. "We have something important wr must tell you."

Y/n furrows her brows and chuckles nervously. "Do not tell me we are at war with England again."

"No, dear, it is not that." Francis says as he shakes his head. "We have important news. News that impacts your future."

Y/n furrows her brows. "Well, what is it?" She asks. Mary and Francis look at each other.

"I am dying, Y/n." Francis says. Y/n's heart drops.

"No." Y/n states. "No. No, you are not dying, this is a lie!"

"Dear –"

"No! Don't 'dear' me!" Y/n shouts as she stands up. "This is a lie! You are not dying!"

"I am." Francis says. Tears begin to roll down Y/n's cheeks.

"No." She sobs. Mary hurries to her daughter's side and wraps her arms around her.

"It will be ok, dear." Mary whispers. When Y/n finally calms down, she looks at her father.

He stands up and walks over to Y/n. He places his hand on her cheek and kisses her head. "You, my dear, will be the next queen of France."