Reign - tv show to book (season 1)

CHAPTER 1

A dashing young man called Francis was running up the stairwell messing around with his outfit, putting his buckles together and sorting his shirt out. When he reaches the top of the stairs a man is stood there.
"Sebastian." Francis looked at him.
"Francis" Sebastian said to him. "They were looking for you everywhere. Thought to find you."
"I was out," Francis thought for a second "riding." Francis put his last buckle into place.
"Really? Who?" Sebastian and Francis laughed together.
"So, Bash" that's what Francis called him, it was Easier to call him that, that and he was his bastard brother. "How's the mood?"
"Farther's or the mood in general? Tense to both -- planning for your sisters wedding."
"Is your mother In there?" Francis asked just before he went in.
"No,only royals and their attendants allowed, BUT, your mothers on fine form. God save you." Bash smiled at Francis "right I'm off now that your here." Bash slaps Francis on the arm and rushes off.
"Lucky bastard." Francis muttered to himself, despite his attempt to stay quite,Bash hears anyway and chuckles.

CHAPTER 2

There are a dozen women standing around, watching King Henry trie on his suit and Model for them.
"Mary should be protected, hidden." Queen Catherine said dressed in the finest clothes in the room, with jewls and dimonds the size of rocks.
"You've also claimed she needed to be kept at convent for her education, when we both know she simply irritated you."
Catherine shook her shoulders and took a sip of wine.
"Mary's arrival now upstages our daughters wedding."
"It's a perfect occasion to show our alliance with Scotland. Half the continents royalty will be feeding at our trough."
Francis walked into the room and bowed at his sister, who was having her dress fitted. He caught a gaze with a brunette who was sat with the Queens lady's.
"There are those that say too many alliances make a king look weak." Catherine bickered on.
"Then why did we sell our daughter to Spain." The king looked at Catherine and smiled, knowing he had won his battle.
"I'm told I was needed." Francis looked at his farther. "Or should I just come back on my wedding day? You've chosen my wife; have you set a date, too?" The king started to get irritated.
"Here's the date: when I say so. Or when England turns its sword in our direction. She's on her way." The king carried on having his cloths fitted.
"Mary Stuart you mean? I heard."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic. You were play mates once." The king poored another cup of wine and drank.
"She had skinny legs, a missing front tooth and strong opinions."
"I'm sure the adult tooth has come in. The opinions,You can ignore." The king looked at Catherine asking for reassurance. "Isn't that right Catherine?"
"Her ladies in waiting are on their way as well." Catherine took a sweet from the table. "Three titled, the other just ridiculously rich." She put the sweet in her mouth and ate it. She looked at the king and squinted one eye "just your type."
"At least your bride has a country and an army, should you need it." The king looked at Catherine and stared at her.
Francis looked at both of them arguing about stupid things and started to leave.
"I may not of been born with a crown." Catherine grabbed Francis by the arm. "But this country relies on my money." Catherine looked at the king and scoffed. "Let him talk like a king, your wedding won't happen untill I say so." Catherine smiled to Francis. And francis smiled back. She put her hand on his cheek and held him "I'm on your side always."
"I know." Francis replyed and left the room.

CHAPTER 3

A dark misty chamber were Nostradamus and Catherine were gathered round a table with all sort of herbs. Nostradamus gave Catherine a bowl of somthing. Catherine took a big whiff of it.
"Thats disgusting." She pulled a disgusted face.
"Where she puts it, he won't smell it." Nostradamus smiled at Catherine. "Unless he's a good husband." He silently laughed and Catherine smiled.
"Imagine that!" Catherine relaxed more in her chair.
"You do want Elizabeth to bear sons." He squinted one eye at her.
"Oh, as soon as possible. Or what is a wife's value?" She smiled an evil smile. "But what about my son francis?" She now smile a loving smile. "What do your visions say about his future ? Tell me, Nostradamus, what have you seen ?" She leaned over the table now.
"I...i...Iv had fleeting images, but as yet, their meaning is unclear." He leaned over the table more. "Perhaps if you were more specific about your concerns."
"Well, will he love her ? Will she love him? How do I controll a daughter-in-law who's a queen in her own right." She looked into his eyes, waiting for the awnser.
"Is that what bothers you? Her power? Mm. Or the fact she is young and pretty?" He started to get a little irritated.
"Iv just had a vision." Catherine started to tease him. "I see you beheaded, at my comand. Said with gratitude for the secrets we share." She smiled and cocked her head to the side.
"Be patient, wanders will come." Catherine scoffed and walked off.