It is the night of the ball in honor of Mary’s return. The whole french court is excited to see her again and for most of them for the first time, she is their future queen after all. Everyone were all dressed up in their most expensive gowns and coats. Francis was anxiously waiting for Mary beside his parents and his sister Elisabeth and half brother Bash. “Francis, haven’t I taught you enough. Relax. I know you’re about to pace. She’ll be here. Just wait. Of all the dresses I commissioned for her, she said you’ll totally be in awe of the dress she chose. She assured me.” Catherine said. Francis nodded with a smile. Francis is wearing a white coat with red, black and gold detail. He was about to pace when the pager announced “Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland!” Everyone looked in her direction. She’s wearing a red dress, strapless underneath the see through layer of sheer and lace detail that covers her below the neck area and gives a short sleeve effect. Everyone whispers, that she’s beautiful and regal. Some says she doesn’t look like a Scot, nor a french. Then one of the older dukes says, ‘of course not, she looks like English, she’s a splitting image of her grandmother Margaret Tudor. I was here when his father, King James married his first wife, the sister of King Henry. Margaret Tudor attended that wedding" then she walked towards the king and queen to greet them, then Catherine ordered the musicians to start the music. Francis held his hand out “Dance with me?” “Francis? You? Dance? You hate dancing.” “Yes. I do hate dancing. But I love dancing with you. So are you gonna keep me hanging?” With that Mary took his hand.
“You made quite an impression to the whole french court.” Francis said. “Well, I didn’t mean to. There’s only one person I wanna impress and that’s you, but you don’t seem to like it.” She said sounding defeated. “I don’t like it. I love it.” Francis said nudging his nose to hers before he twirls her. “You really know what makes me happy.” He added. “Yes. You love red on me. I remember that whenever your mother brought the seamstress to make me a dress or refit it, I always ask you to choose one that I should fit or be made, you always choose the red ones.” Mary said. "Yes, then mother would say that your closet is full of red dresses that even some of your night gowns are red and that I should pick another one. Francis replied. “So you picked the blue one because it’s your favorite” she said. “And the purple one because its yours” he said. They laugh and reminisce their happy memories while dancing. A lot of the noble men wants to get a chance to dance with the queen of Scots, but Francis didn’t allow that to happen, they danced for 5 straight songs then they ate their favorite candied fruits, chocolates, pastries and marzipan. They drank wine, “I have a surprise for you later.” Francis said. “I’ll wait for you. They gave me my old room.” She replied. Then they danced again all throughout the party until it was over. He walked her to her room then she gave him a small peck on his cheek and said. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and left.
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A Frary Tale
FanfictionThis is how I would've written Reign. Mary returns from the convent. And finally Francis will see the love of his life again. In this fic, Francis waited for Mary to come back. He did not dwell to other women to forget Mary. Mary on the other hand w...
