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iv.

( fact four! )

james stuart wanted
his daughter's name
to be elizabeth.

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isabelle felt a light tickle brush against her forehead. then, her cheek. belle's eyes fluttered open to reveal james.

"good morning, my lovely queen." james greeted. isabelle smiled, looking towards james.
"good morning." she responded. james moved a piece of her brown hair out of her face.

"can i ask you something?" james asked, looking down at isabelle.
as the queen got out of the bed, she nodded.

"i was contemplating the idea that we could possibly visit scotland. i just want to make sure that everything is okay." james spoke.
isabelle looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.

"you don't think that mary is doing a good job?" isabelle questioned.
"well, it's just that...mary is always here and so am i. our people must feel abandoned." james pointed out.

"james, could you help me with my corset? please?" isabelle asked, changing the subject.
he nodded, getting out of the bed. isabelle pulled the corset around her waist, and james took the strings behind her, tightening it.

"but consider scotland, belle. we'd only go for a couple of weeks, and we would take eden with us." james mentioned.
"but if we're leaving france, who would take over? surely not my mother." belle shook her head.

"francis would make a great temporary leader." james said, pulling the strings of isabelle's corset. he finally finished, tying the end.

isabelle slipped on one of her newest dresses. it was gold and black. she always loved wearing black dresses because they accented her blue eyes.
"fine. we'll go." she smiled, pressing a kiss to james's lips.

"thank you, belle." james grinned down at the woman he loved.

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isabelle sat on her throne, talking to her brother.
"and you're sure you want to marry her, francis?" belle questioned.

"yes! i love her, belle. she's amazing and beautiful a-and smart." francis smiled, thinking about mary stuart.

"i think that she's incredible, francis. she is one of my dearest friends. i just want you to understand that marriage is a complicated thing. and you're catholic, so you cannot get a divorce the second that things get bad." isabelle stated firmly.

"i understand." francis nodded.
then, duke arthur walked into the room in a rush, causing isabelle to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"arthur? what's wrong?" belle questioned.
"your mother wanted me to inform you that your cousin, alessandra, has arrived." arthur stated.

belle's eyes widened as she stood, and began walking out of the room.
"alessandra's here?" francis questioned, unaware of his cousin's arrival.