Zadison one shots

Ballrooms and Princesses

A/N: A reign fic inspired me to write zadison as 15th century princesses lmao sorry for the randomness of this. Their nationalities are that of Mary and Francis, who are the central couple on the show for 3 seasons mwah

(also if you notice Simon, he's an oc in one of my fics!)

Going to the famous French Court had always been a dream of the young queen. She had heard countless tales of consorts or executives close to her family arriving in France and then finding love in absolutely no time at all. Zoe's parents had been pushing for her to find a suitor for quite some time now, and now that she had finally turned 17, there was no way to avoid the cherished event any longer. She was going to the French Court to meet the boy she was going to be marrying in little to no time, Prince Simon Allaire, the heir to the French throne. She wasn't going on this journey alone however, she was being accompanied by three of her dearest friends, Lady Alice of Portree, Lady Genevieve of Melrose, and Lady Katherine of Linlithgow. She couldn't deny the nervous feeling she had in the pit of her stomach as her and her three ladies piled into the back of the carriage, and talked quietly among themselves.

"Are you alright Your Grace?" Genevieve asked from beside her, resting her hand lightly over her future queen's. She looked at her and feigned a small smile, nodding her head slightly before she turned her gaze back to the window, where the beautifully colored leaves flew by in a flurry. They had been in the small space for many hours now and she had grown quite restless, but she still kept up the optimistic view for her ladies, and for her future kingdom that she would rule alongside the prince.

"It appears that we are growing close to the castle, I am quite excited to meet the plethora of endless suitors for us lonely girls." Alice giggled from across the carriage, exchanging a smile with Katherine, who was just as excited as she was. She resisted the urge to sigh at the behavior they were exhibiting, and she hoped that they would maintain their composure by the time she was meeting her future husband.

"Can you two please keep your desire to yourselves? This is about Zoe and the future of our home, not about who can find a husband first. We have to be respectful to ourselves, and our families during our visit, we are their representatives after all." Genevieve said sternly, her hand resting on the queen's once more. Out of the three of her ladies, she respected and admired the younger blonde the most, looking to her for her most important decisions and relying on her for support when the weight of the world became too much for her. She definitely had thought she had feelings for her, but that was prohibited and very taboo, and she couldn't risk her family name by publicly being with a woman.

"Oh my goodness, we are here!" the redhead said excitedly, leaning over the raven haired girl to get a better look at the expansive castle, her mouth practically watering at all the possibilities that were going to be available to her here.

"I can not wait to explore the castle and its diverse selection of other royal families." The blonde smiled fondly, probably recounting all of the times she had almost married a royal but was shunned by said royal for the wealth her family lacked. She had always remained humble and hopeful though, which is another aspect of her personality that she looked to. When the carriage came to a stop, a servant was quick to open the door for the four teenage girls, helping them out of the cramped space with a light as feather grip. When she stepped onto the road in front of the castle, her breath caught in her throat. It was so much more beautiful in person, and she couldn't stop the feeling of awe from spreading all over her body.

"This palace is truly stunning, you are so lucky your grace." The shorter girl said breathlessly, gripping her slender arm in her own, pulling their bodies closer than was allowed. She heard the sound of trumpets and she turned her head to the entrance of the castle, where the French family was beginning to emerge. First she saw the Queen, who looked as regal and posh as she expected her to look. Then came the King, who looked as intimidating as she thought he would look. A few servants and butlers followed in their wake, and then came the person she had came all this way for, the heir to the throne, Simon. He looked taller than she pictured him to be inside of her mind, but she was pleased with the height difference between the two of them.