The Heir (TV Series 'Reign') #2

The Lamb and The Slaughter

Eliana's POV

I walked out of my chambers after getting dressed, when I see Lola walking to the throne room.

"For your brother Henry's christening the sweets were drizzled in the thinnest layer of gold, everything shimmered. Oh, the children loved it." Catherine said.

"I remember. That's what you thought made little Claude throw up. All those gold flecks splattered everywhere. She was, in fact, drunk on wine." Francis adds.

"She's probably drunk in Prague as we speak. What about your other sister for godmother?"

"Elisabeth, she's a queen consort of a good Catholic nation." He questioned.

"Exactly. She lives in Spain." 

Turning their heads, Catherine and Francis greet us as we approach them.

"Lola, do you have any thoughts on who should be your child's godparents?" Catherine asked.

"We've already discussed this with Lola. All her kin are back in Scotland." Francis said.

"The choice of godparent for a royal offspring, even an illegitimate one, is more than an honor." I add.

"We are speaking about who would raise my grandson in the event that neither Francis nor Lola could. I've offered and been denied."

 "We have a long history of reasons why." Lola said.

"As for the party, I'm not sure that we need such an elaborate affair. The church service will suffice." He said.

"You wanted to publicly claim your son, to honor him so that others would do the same as he grows up. This is how it's done." Catherine adds.

"Well done avoiding the whole thing."

"Few queens have ever attended the christenings of their husband's bastards. I say that with growing affection for my grandson." She says again.

"Okay, that's enough of Catherine De Medici." I say.

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Greer and I sat down on a blanket with Lola and Kenna, under the nice shade of the trees.

"These are lovely. Thank you." Lola says. Greer and I had given Lola a gift for her son, a rattle.

"The colors of Scotland." I said.

"We tried for something subtle. Your side needs to be represented somehow."

"Mary would agree." I add.

Behind us, we hear horses arriving including with a carriage.

"Is that Lord Narcisse?" Greer whispers. 

He first steps out of the carriage, waiting for someone else to step down.

"Mary says he's poisonous and cruel." She added.

"My word, I know that girl. Her family took me in. They perished of plague and Narcisse took her away in a cage." Lola said.

"In a cage?" I questioned.

"He said it was to isolate her, in case she was infected herself."

"What's wrong?" Kenna asked me.

"Estelle helped my Shaman deliver Julius.."

Lola, Greer and Myself get up from the ground, to greet Estelle.

"Estelle, is that really you?"

"Lady Lola, I nearly forgot you'd met my bride during your sojourn from the castle with our young king. And you are?" Narcisse said.

"I'm Greer of Kinross. This is Lady Kenna."