Inside of Owen's rooms, the Queen sat upon her bed while her servers were being informed of their responsibilities now at the French Court.
"You are here at the will and mercy of your queen, not Queen Vanessa, meaning you do Queen Owen's bidding and no one else's," the French governess explained.
Owen ran the brush through his hair, half-listening into the conversation.
"Since you are noble or trusted servers you must prepare and counsel Her Grace."
Gabriel bit back a remark about being singled out but held their tongue for the sake of the conversation.
"As you are here for the wedding of Her Royal Highness, Princess Elisabeth, you must be ready to make acquaintances with dignitaries and royalty alike. Do any of you speak Italian with some degree of fluency?"
Water raised her hand slowly, "I do, I suppose."
"Very good! I will have you seated beside Pope Pius V's cousin. You must pay attention because he speaks quite quickly and has no teeth."
As the servers giggled uncontrollably, the French governess rolled her eyes at how childish they were acting.
Owen hid his chuckle behind her hand, stifling it with the poise and dignity of a Queen.
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Long May She Reign
FanficFrance 1557; Owen Stuart, Queen of Scots, had been hidden away at a convent for her safety since age 9. Engaged since childhood to the future king of France, she awaits her return to the French court for her wedding to Acho Denholm, the Dauphin of F...