Breakfast. My favourite time of the day. As we all are seated at the wooden picnic benches is catch Sister Ann sneakily devouring a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. I turn my attention back to the conversation that Rose, Lauren and myself are having. "I call a rematch in that football game. I was distracted by the goat that was running in the corner of my eye." Rose states. As the youngest girls at the convent she can get away with anything as though it wasn't a big deal, which actually sometimes it is. "Don't you dare blame my goat for your loss Rose. She didn't know that she interfering with the game." I speak knowing that is the truth.
I am once again drawn from the conversation by Sister Ann's chocolate brown eyes on me. I see a deep red liquid, blood, seep through the white dress which all the sister wear on their head. I continue to stare as the blood drips from her nose into the porridge below. Her head begins to sway then abruptly flies forward and lands in the bowl. All the sisters start to panic, they rush to Ann's side and try to save her even though they know that they can do nothing. Someone grabs my plate away as I sit there in compete shock.
Mother Superior grabs my upper arm and drags me away from the table and rushes me inside. Once inside i practically have to run to keep up with her. "What is wrong with Sister Ann?" I question, the fear noticeable in my shaky voice. "She was poisoned ,by the English no doubt, in an attempt on your life Mary." "I...I didn't..." I stuttered. Mother Superior suddenly stopped, halting me a split second later. "You didn't know that she was your taster. Oh Mary, every meal you have ever eaten since you left your mother's breast has been taster for poison. You are a queen Mary." With no time to answer she was pulling me into a dark room.
After saying my goodbyes I entered a black carriage pulled by two black stallions, manes and tails in long plaits, and six guards on separate horses. I had changed into a light blue dress with a deep purple cape with a bejewelled clasp.
I knew then and there I, Mary Queen of Scots, Was returning to French Court to be wed.
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Long May She Reign.
FanfictionFrom the t.v series Reign. A young Queen Mary of Scots returns to French Court from the Convent. Little does she know that the friendship that she once shared with Francis, Dauphin of France, will not be as easy as it was years before. Having to d...
