Mary hissed at her traitorette, turning away from her in disgust. She could hear Lola's whimpers and cries behind her, but paid them no mind. How could she do this to her? Why on earth did she think it was okay to do that? Lola would immediately see her, how could she think that she could keep a secret like this? What had Mary done to her to deserve such pain and betrayal? She was purely disgusted by Lola now, absolutely disgusted.
She glared as she turned around, spitting in front of Lola's feet. The ultimate sign of anger, hatred, disrespect or contempt. Mary just glared at her, the disgust unimaginable and unattainable. There was no two ways around it, now. Lola would be labelled a whore and would forever be a thorn in Mary's life and marriage. And for what? A few moments of pleasure for a lifetime of pain? Why did she think that was a good payment?
How could Lola demand such a thing from her as this? To deny her husband a child, one he so desperately wanted, more than anything in the world? The Queen would have to lie to her husband for the rest of her life, because of one indiscretion from him. Mary wasn't so much bothered because of the fact he had slept with somebody else and gotten them pregnant, he had told her that he had undoubtedly gotten multiple women or girls pregnant in his whoreish days before commitment. But, did it have to be her friend? One of her closest friends?
"I suggest that you go back on your horse and fix your mistake." Mary hissed at Lola. The innuendo grew the tears and increased the flush upon Lola's cheeks. Flushed from embarrassment and cold, Mary turned her nose up at the little harlot. "Go sleep with a noble with more money than sense, or gallop back to that woman and get it done. I care not the method of how it's done, but fix it." she glared. "Now!" Mary snapped, feeling more like Catherine than herself, but she couldn't help it.
Footsteps brought Mary's attention over towards the doorway, she looked over and saw her golden haired husband. The one who had slept with her friend and gotten her pregnant the morning before their wedding. But he looked at her, not even noticing Lola.
Not wanting her Lady to meddle in her marriage any more, the Dauphine of France slowly walked over to her husband and smiled as real as possible. He gave her a smile that melted her insides and warmed her heart to him. She did resent him, yes, but she couldn't let him go to another. He was her husband. He was hers. She wouldn't let Lola sink her claws into him any more than she already had.
"My love," Francis greeted, opening his arms for her. Gratefully, Mary entered the safe circle of his embrace, one that could block out every single bad thing that could happen and make her dizzy with love and infatuation and safety. She rested her head upon his chest, took in a deep inhale of his scent. Lemon, cinnamon, pine and mint. She closed her eyes, willing her body relax against the safe heaven of his embrace. "Where did you go?" he asked.
"Just a quick ride, I'm curious to see the beauty of France in the snow." she didn't exactly lie, accepting Francis' kiss to her snow covered hair and another to her cheek.
"I hope you had fun, but I missed you," he revealed. Mary flushed. They hadn't spend a day apart ever since wedding.
"I missed you, too." she truthfully revealed, holding him tighter. It was true. Ever since finding out about Lola, she had wanted him and only him.
"Come into the warmth, you're so cold." he stated, leaning back and starting to brush the snow from her beautiful, thick and soft raven hair. He undid the ribbon that held her hair back, letting the sea of raven flow over her shoulders and gown.
He held her tighter to him again, sneaking a kiss before they had to face the propriety of court. Francis pulled away first, spun her around to lead her into the castle, but neither could resist another embrace.
Mary opened her eyes, looking over Francis' shoulder. She spotted Lola standing alone in the snow, staring at her intently. Mary could see snow clinging to Lola's tears, barely able to make out the red lined blue orbs -the girl never could properly do her eyeliner to enhance her eyes, instead constantly making them smaller- of her eyes. She hid in her hood, one hand placed upon her stomach.
Mary glared despite herself, subconsciously tightening her hold upon Francis. She wouldn't let Lola take him away. Of that, the Queen was certain.
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Hope you're enjoying the start of these oneshots. I got a little questionnaire about another I'm gonna be writing soon. It's about Frary and 2x17. Would you guys like to see a more sexy Frary or intimate (falling asleep while cuddled up) Frary? You've got an hour, guys!
