I Am Not A Queen - Reign

Chapter Three - Madeline

Queen Catherine grabbed me by the elbow, and dragged me out of the throne room and into the hallway.

"What the hell do you think your doing here?!?" She whispered and yelled.

" I am here for my sister, as I believe you are well aware of." I reply coldly knowing she asked a rhetorical question.

" You know you can't be here. You have caused Mary enough harm. She's forgotten about you dear, let it go."

I don't respond, wondering what it is I have done to Mary.

"The countless nights I spent trying to tell the headstrong little Queen that you were imaginary. Eventually she didn't even remember she had an 'imaginary' friend. You're mother wants you to have nothing to do with her." Catherine spoke.

"I loathe you." I spat.

"As you know, Mary is like a daughter to me. I even raised her here for a short while. And I loathe anyone who trys to mess with my children."

I stomped off, angry at Queen Catherine and my mother, Marie de Guise. But had I really caused Mary pain? I remember some of the time we spent as children, I taught her how to stick her tongue out and she would ride on my back. We called the game 'horsie' ,I believe.
I walk down cooridor after cooridor just thinking about everything. On my way down yet another narrow hallway, I ran into Mary. I had seriously bumped into her. By now, I had been dressed in something more delicate and fancy than convent clothes.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry." I say. Then I look up to the person.

"Your Majesty. I apologize. I wasn't looking and-"

"It's quite alright." She replied not looking at me, but at something farther down the hall.

Then, her eyes wandered back to me. "Wait, Madeline?" She said.

Guess she didn't forget me. I thought.

"How, H-how did you know?" I ask dumbfounded.

She smiled "They may have wanted me to forget, and I was only two or three at the time, but I would never forget my sister!" She spoke quite happily, the biggest smile plastered on her heavy
"Come on, let us go to my room, we can talk there." Mary said.
She grabbed my hand and we ran as fast as we could, giggling the whole way through. When we got there we were both extremely out of breath. Gasping for air, Mary dramatically jump-plopped onto her bed. I follwed soon after. After a while longer of talking, we both changed into nightgowns. We went to the bed yet again. Mary laid on the bed, I sat on the other side.

"Please stay the night." She pleaded.

"But what if-" I was interrupted.

"No what ifs, I hate to play this card, but I am your Queen and you we you are staying." She giggled the whole way through.
We continued to talk and I noticed Mary's eyes becoming heavy and her breathing became slower. I decided to tell her a story. She loved stories when she was younger, but she was also impatient. Before the story was even half way completed, she was asleep, her brown hair cascading over her face. I pulled the blankets over her. I wonder if Catherine will be mad at Mary for missing the wedding tonight. I hope not.

"Goodnight Mary." Then I left.