Sparks Fly When You're Around

Chapter 11 - Elizabeth, Queen of England

Francis and Mary continue following the guard. A million things were passing by in Francis head about Elizabeth. Of course he heard rumors about her and another nobles at court but in that moment nothing seems right or certain!

Like Francis Mary couldn't help her thoughts about this metting... if they call it that.

-Francis, please be careful about what you say to her.

- QUIET! – The guard orders and when he turns his back to them, Francis blinked at Mary in a sign of acquiescence.

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The room was huge and magnificient. It seems at least, Elizabeth, had a good taste. They walked a little bit more and in a question of a few minutes they were in front of her but neither of them seem appealing to start a conversation with the Queen of England.

-Good Morning! How are you? – She asks like they were old friends. For her that was just a game that she played so many times with different people.

- It would seem better to wake up at the safety of our ship, your highness.– Francis replies testing her in some of quicksand. That was a sick game to be play! They could lose all they built in a question of seconds but Elizabeth had something to lose too. Elizabeth lift an eyebrow slowly trying to read Francis face.

- You don't like my hospitality, prince Francis? – Elizabeth asks in return and sound like she was offended. Her eyes move to her cousin Mary. – I have to say that I hope that my sweet little cousin had said adorable things about me! – Her moves sound mock, like her expressions. She made a pout looking at her.

- Stop with the play, Elizabeth! What do you want? – Mary asks directly at the point. – You want to risk the safety of your own country by kidnapping us? Do you really think that no one will be save us? – Mary asks trying to contain her temper. Elizabeth was getting in Mary's nerves.

- I know, little cousin... that they will come for you but maybe it will be to late. – Elizabeth's says getting up and walked a little never losing them from her view. – And if you are so curious about how are you here... well, it was because I want to make some asserunces about the future.

- Oh! You are afraid. Afraid that when we will be kings to reclaim this throne, your throne. – Mary points out. – So let me say this to you Elizabeth: if you assure me that Scotland will be safe from your twisted strokes, I won't do nothing to reclaim your adorable throne. By the other hand if you show nothing but lies and mistakes and broke your promise I will drag you down with me. No matter how hard it will be.

- Mary... - Francis whispers, looking at her and realizing how much she was willing to lose just for their safety, for them to be happy. Mary look at him and that look could speak for herself: she took her decision and there was nothing he could do or say to make her change her mind.

Elizabeth were too silent looking at them. It was hard to talk with her cousin but she had made a propose too hard to refuse. Elizabeth had to think quickly, she knew that the men oh their ship could be in arriving to her borders. They could reach land at any time soon.

-I it is an interesting propose, one I have to think with my advisors, little sister. – She says with a sick smile in her face. – But to show you I am not the monster you think I am I will give both of you a warm bed and some food while I make my decision. – Elizabeth concludes giving a sign to the guard to take them to their rooms.