"Nothing, not even the royal blood that coursed through their veins, could ever stop the affectionate feelings the two royals had for each other."
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"Good morning, Princess! Happy birthday!" I was woken again my, not only my dear lady Joshephine, but also my two other ladies, Kinison and Stella. I smiled at the girls before me, already beginning to get my gown lain out. "Miss, your mother has informed us that your day will begin with a birthday breakfast in the dining room where all of your guests will be fed."
"Thank you, ladies, but didn't I order the three of you too take off for the day?" I inquired, crossing my arms with a smirk spread across my face.
"Well, yes, your grace, but your mother insisted we help you get clothed." Kinison spoke up.
"Well, we all know how insistent and demanding Mary Tudor is. Ladies, you may help me get dressed, but the rest of the day you mustn't aid to me, are we understood?" I spoke superiorly as my three ladies nodded in understanding.
"Lets go." I turned to my ladies, smiling once I was completely dressed. The ladies and I parted ways eventually as I continued making my way to the dining room.
"The birthday girl!" A bright voice from behind me spoke, causing me to spin around. Catherine de Medici. The Queen of France along with her husband, King Henry and of course, Francis.
"Catherine," I greeted, giving her a light kiss to the cheek. "It's so nice to see you again. You as well, Henry." I smiled, embracing the man and giving a small smile to Francis, who stood beside his father silently.
"It's a pleasure to be here. Seventeen is a great age. Francis, here, just turned that age a few weeks ago." Henry spoke, smiling at his son.
"Any age is better for Francis than when he was a tike. Always making messes, never understanding that food goes into your mouth, not on the floor-" Catherine spoke, making me chuckle as Francis cut her off.
"Alright, that's enough of that." Francis spoke up for the first time, rolling his eyes. "May I escort you into the dining room?" Francis inquired, giving me a small smile.
"Yes. You may." I smiled, my arm linking with his.
"I swear, my mother will never find a conversation to use to not embarrass me." Francis laughed as he looked ahead of us.
"It's alright. My parents do the exact same thing." I spoke, but Francis came to a halt, stopping me with him. I looked up with a confused face as he began to talk.
"I need to tell you something-" Francis looked down at me seriously, his hand gripping my elbow.
"Arabella!" I turned behind me to see the beautiful unfamiliar face that I haven't seen in years.
"Mary!" I turned away from Francis to run over to the girl I dearly missed. Her much longer dark hair cascaded down her back and her plump pink lips curled up into her familiar radiant smile. "I had no idea you would be able to get out of the convent for my birthday! Mary, I'm so happy you have come. I have dearly missed you." My face glowing as a smile spread across it, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace.
