19th August 1561
Leith, Scotland
Mother used to tell me about him. My father, that is. She told me he was a brave man, fighting for Scotland and his family. He died when I was just six days old, leaving his crown for me, his baby daughter. I wanted to be as great and almighty as he was, but Mother said I couldn't be because I was a girl.
At six years old, Mother sent me to France to secure an alliance.
I married. He died.
I came home.
The dock was empty when we arived in Leith, a district north of Edinburgh; we must have made the crossing much quicker than expected.
Cries tumbled around as the sailors made preperations to land.
"Majesty," the Earl of Bothwell bowed and offered me his hand, "May I accompany you ashore?"
"You may."
I ignored his hand and glided down the gangplank and paused at the end.
My feet had not stood on Scottish soil for 12 years.
With one final step I was home, back in my own county.
The Earl came hurrying after me, followed by the crew who carried my belongings.
"Majesty, we must secure a place for you to stay whilst we send word to the Earl of Moray of you arrival. You!" He snapped at a sailor, "who lives in that house over there?"
"Andrew Lamb, my lord, he is a merchant."
"Take a few guards and tell Mr Lamb he has a visitor. Tell the gaurds to search the house to ensure Her Majesty's safety and then make sure the household is ready for a royal visit. Go!"
For a moment the onky sounds were the sailors calling to one another.
"Majesty," The Earl once again offered me his hand and gestured towards the merchant's house.
Once again, I ignored his pathetic attempt at being gentlemanly (I am quite capable of walking by myself, thank you very much) and walked gracefully towards the open door.
James would be here soon and I could leave this insufferable bastard behind.
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A/N
Its probably a bit short for a first chapter but I was running out of ideas :/ and my brain was being cramed with to much information when I was researching.
New chapter coming soon :)
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