Queen Lola of the house Valois-Angoulème clenches her red rouched skirt in her firsts, her nails biting into the skin of her palms as she watches her King and husband slowly lead the Princess of Scotland out of the doorway and down the stairs. In stark contrast to Lola's red skirts and pink lace bodice with a red fur cape, the Princess Mary wears a fine blue tulle gown that accentuates the remarkable swell of her fruitful womb, and it brings all of court's attention onto her, evem if she had not had an overgown of gold links and diamonds nestled firmly over her body. Chains of gold gave way to diamond shaped designs with pearls and sapphires and pale emeralds, twinkling with small diamonds, accentuating all over her front and back, coveted only by the grand black fur cape she wears over her shoulders. It matches the King's, Lola notes with such envy that she feels her teeth grind together.
"Madame, take a deep breath." Lady Charlotte de la Croix whispers into Lola's ear, holding her hand to remove it from the poor silk skirts. "You must breathe, do not show court your pain."
"How can I not show them when we all gather around for Christmastide fate? When their eldest little bastard boy toddles around on the Queen Mother's hand, the younger sleeping so delicately in a blanket of gold?" The Queen Consort of France hisses. "Look at how he parades her around, holding her by the hand as they walk, look how he pushes the snow from her hair and hold her stomach." She growls, turning away from the sight to look at her lady in waiting. "I cannot locs my life like this and say nothing, I cannot remain a maid and untouched amd baron while Francis employs the best midwives to see to her, and they whisper she is having not one child, but two! Two, have you ever heard such a thing?!" Lola glares at Mary as the young King of France feeds her a lemon glacèe from his own hand, before adjusting the black fur hat on her head.
"My Lady, I told you on your first day as Queen, your first day in the salon, that King Francis will never turn from Princess Mary. She alone owns his heart, what they share cannot be broken, not even by a marriage to another. You must find your comfort elsewhere." The lady says, running her hands over Lola's cheeks to dry the tears. "If it aches so bad, you must retire to the country or a convent, you must remove yourself, because nobody has it in their power to remove the King from Princess Mary's arms. They have loved each other since they were schoolchildren. And that love only grew with each babe that slips through her thighs."
"I only want one, maybe two." She whispers. "I need him to lay with me, to give me two sons, and then I will be on my way with my head in tact and my heart full of love for them. I will take them to a Palace and raise them to be kings, and he is free to flaunt himself and his whore and their bastards around the country." Lola perks up. "Yes, that is what I shall do."
"My lady, you cannot-"
"I can, and I will. Madame, fetch me the adress of the village's apothecary. Send him a note, saying the Queen needs his services now. The very fate of France ensures it."
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Historical Fiction-Reign Oneshots/Taking Requests- The world can be dark, Mary, and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light. Part 2! -Read TEML first!-
