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( fact ten! )
ever since the day he laid eyes
on eden, james has wanted
a big family with isabelle.

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mary stuart's eyebrows stitched together in confusion as she looked at isabelle.

"are you two going to have another heir? or is that completely out of the question?" mary asked. isabelle took a seat across from mary, trying to think of how she would respond.

"everyone wanted us to take this trip to scotland in order for us to try for an heir. i believe that it's possible. i am temporarily free of queen stress, james has been pestering for an heir." isabelle answered.

isabelle's blue eyes traveled down to mary's hands, which were busy braiding eden's red hair.
"do you want another heir?" mary questioned.

isabelle looked up towards the young queen. belle had never thought of if she wanted another heir, she always knew that she needed another heir.

"i believe that i would feel partially guilty if i did have another child. i am not the most maternal woman there has been." isabelle pointed out. mary finished eden's braid, letting the princess stand to her feet.

"thank you, mary." eden smiled warmly at her aunt. eden had definitely managed to win over her aunt's heart.

"it was absolutely no trouble, eden." mary responded. eden's brown eyes traveled over to her mother, and an idea sparked in her head.

"mother! can mary braid your hair? please!" eden tugged on her mother's hand.
"i'm not sure, eden. mary has to be a queen again." isabelle looked at her daughter.

"nonsense, belle. come on, it will be fun!" mary waved over the french queen.

isabelle de valois sat in front of mary stuart, allowing her sister-in-law to braid her hair as they traded stories.

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isabelle stared at herself in the vanity mirror.

what if she became too old to carry an heir? what if she miscarried? would james still love her? did she still love james? did she want an heir? did she want james?

the doors to her scottish chambers opened, causing her to stand abruptly.
"you have to be announced first!" she scolded whomever had walked into the room.

"it's only me. james and his fellow nobles went to a local pub in the village." arthur revealed. isabelle sighed. she hated when james would come back intoxicated. he was either overly affectionate or heavily rude to everyone around him when he became drunk.

arthur wasted no time in kissing isabelle. the queen's hands rested on his cheeks as she kissed him back, but she stopped.
"what if someone saw you come in here?" she panicked, looking up at arthur.

"no one saw me. i made sure, belle." he whispered, connecting their lips again.

in attempts to run his fingers through her hair, he was halted by the braid that joined belle's hair. the advisor pulled away, looking at her in confusion.

"a braid?" he questioned. he thought that the hairstyle made belle look youthful.
"mary did it. you don't like it?" belle asked. she had grown fond of the braid.

"i like it, i was just not aware that you wore your hair any other way." arthur remarked.

isabelle de valois took her hair out of the long braid, exposing her brown hair that now held waves in it. arthur stared down at her, completely enchanted by her beauty.

his mouth opened ajar as his blue eyes glimmered with admiration. he was utterly and madly in love with the french queen standing in front of him.

belle's blue eyes flickered up, wondering why he was gazing at her that way.
"what is the matter?" belle questioned, snapping arthur out of his moment of realization.

"i—what?" arthur asked, looking down at belle. the queen shook her head, dismissing his sudden weird acts.

"forget it, arthur. just kiss me." she whispered to her lover.