A Frary Tale

Circumstances

Everything is ready for the celebration of James’ birthday and Christmas. The Scottish Court is helding a Luncheon festival so that the little prince would be awake during the party.

Mary and Francis were at their room preparibg for the party when a knock was made. “My queen the Prince James is here.” Neil, Mary’s pager said. Before she could answer, her little son was already walking, trying to be fast but wobbles instead towards his mother. “Maman, me namnam.” little James said pleading to his Maman to feed him. “Alright. Just wait outside Susan.” Mary told James’ maid. “Let me help you with your corsette.” Francis said. He removed her strings and pinched his wife’s nipple. Mary gasp and give Francis a lustful look. “Don’t dress up yet, watch us first.” Mary told Francis. He just smiled and watch as James feed on his wife. “You know. There is still another breast that can feed me.” Francis said before he mimics James and drink Mary’s milk. “No wonder James craves for this. You taste so damn good. Like a milky cantaloupe.” James finished and Mary handed James to Susan to dress him up. “Now Francy. Maybe we could spare a good 15 minutes before we dress up?” Mary teased Francis. “15? We are the King and Queen of Scots. Make it 30.” So they did.

Everyone was already gathered in the great hall. “What’s taking them so long?” Marie asked. “Seriously? They probably got caught up. They probably can’t get their hands off of each other.” Catherine said. Then finally the announcer said. “King Francis. King of Scotland and Dauphin of France. Queen Mary. Queen of Scotland and Dauphine of France.” Everyone bowed. Mary and Francis entered in their matching white outfits. Little James went down off of the arms of Greer and wobble towards Mary. Mary then picked him up and sat him in her lap as she sits in the throne.

“My dear people. Welcome! Before we start let me give you a few announcements. First, I personally give my gratitude to Lord Daniels. Thank you for your sponsorship in feeding the people affected by the recent storm. Second, I would like to wish my son here a very happy happy first birthday. And in line with that, I would like you to be the witness of my joy as I formally announce that your queen, my dear dear wife is carrying our second child. Merry christmas and please, start the music.” Francis finished and people began dancing and some were approaching them to congratulate them for the addition to the royal family of Scotland. Catherine took James from Mary. “I know what you’re thinking.” Henry said to Catherine. “Really now.” “Yes. You are thinking that how can our son be loved by these Scots. And the answer is, the same way the French loved Mary.” “It doesn’t make sense.” “It does. Because you my queen raised them. You raised them as people’s person, not like me, I was raised to know and believe that people are beneath me. You raised them as people, very responsible people.” Henry finished and kissed Catherine’s forehead. Catherine smiled. Bash was viewing this interaction and got mad at his Father. Catherine saw Bash from across the room with anger and jealousy in his face and approached him. “It was nothing. He’s not you.” Catherine told Bash and Bash smiled. Little James is sleepy so Catherine brought him to his chamber leaving Kenna free to approach Bash while Henry was talking to some Scottish nobles.

“So Catherine huh?” Kenna startled Bash. “What are you implying Lady Kenna?” “I saw you last night. I heard noises in your room and there were no guards so I peeked.” “Huh. You thought I needed some help don’t you.” “Don’t be so cheeky.” “So? Are you gonna tell?” “Well it depends.” “Depends on what?” “On how you’ll answer my 3 questions.” “Ask away.” “Is she better than me?” “You saw me, what do you think? She gives me something. She makes me wanted. Yes she is better. I’m not trying to hurt you, alright.” “Do you still think of me?” “Sometimes, but the moment she touches me I forget everything and everyone I ever craved.” “That’s good enough to me. I won’t tell.” “I though 3 questions?” “Well it doean’t matter. You love her.” “Are you trying to sleep with me Kenna?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Sometimes I think of what you said before.” “Which?” “That I deserve to be shown to the world, that I deserve to be someone’s ‘Only’.” “Oh.” “You deserve that too Bash.” Kenna left Bash thinking.

Then a commotion occured when Mary fainted.

“Call the physician! Now!!!” Francis orderrd. Minutes later the physician came. “My king, the queen. She’s been poisoned.” “What? Wait. She’s pregnant!” “Don’t worry. this kind of poison won’t affect the child unless she dies.” “Do you have a cure?” Yes. But the cure is not easy to find." “What do you mean?” “The cure can only be found in France. A certain grass that grows in Nice.” “How long does she have?” “A week before it affects your child.” The physician answered. “Bash find out who did this!.” Francis ordered and Bash was about to answer but was cut by Marcus. “Francis. It was Lola. One of Queen Mary’s spies told me of this just now. She has been ordered by Queen Mary to report Lady Lola’s every plan. Apparently Mary thinks the same way as we thought of Lola’s alterior motive of her disease.” “Bring her hear!” Bash and Marcus bowed and went to seize Lola. Greer then approached. “Francis, is the grass the one they called Healer Grass?” the physician nodded to Greer and Francis. “Why Greer?” Francis asked. “I brought some of that from Leith’s estate in Nice. For my mother, but I could spare some for my friend .” Francis stood and hugged Greer. “Thank you! I am in debt to you.”