(This is in the same universe as the rewrite about Catherine walking in on Francis and Mary and them explaining the plan about Conde.)
"Of course we're sending soldiers." Francis stated quietly, as soon as his wife asked him. Mary fondly smiled at her husband, thankful for his actions, but thankful for his breath most of all. It had been days since he had fainted with blood coming out of his ears, and they had proven to be one of the hardest few days of Mary's young life. Harder than those two weeks ruling France when Francis had run after Lola and Jean, harder than those first few days of shock after her rape, harder than those few days of pain and blood after their loss.
Mary had had to take on French politics alone, placating the nobles and making sure everything ran smoothly without the proper King's help. She had had to keep the game up with Louis, but it had felt more bitter now than ever, had to lie to him about Scotland and their relationship. Perhaps the Conde boy had feelings for her, but Mary was loyal to her husband and had always been honest with him about the lies she spun to Conde to figure out what he was going to do about he and his brothers' strong claim to France. She had been dealing with her mother's constant pleadings for soldiers and demands for an heir, even after Mary had told her mother about what had happened to her with the miscarriage and the rape. Not helping matters were her constant checking in's on Catherine and Narciesse, who opposed her at every turn. They were a couple of horrid thorns on her side, and she wanted nothing more than to take Narciesse's head and lock Catherine in the dungeons to subdue the lioness for a few hours so the mistress could take a few moments to breathe. But that wasn't an option, and neither was not being by Francis' side, praying and pleading for his recovery.
But he had awoken last night, gained a little bit of his strength throughout the early morning, and was now sitting up and talking. He had obeyed to her soft request of a few soldiers to help her mother, and she now lay upon her husbands' chest, listening to his heart beat and his lungs take in breath. It was the most precious sound in the world to her.
Catherine had objected, of course. She was rather brainwashed with Narciesse and an argument with Mary had soured the softness she felt for the girl, the softness that had came to her after the night she had stormed into them as they were lovemaking. But now that he was coherent, Francis was the King and he had the final say in everything again. Mary couldn't help but think that that was for the best, after all.
Catherine had thrown a fit for so long that it was dark by the time she had finished. Mary had been taken away from the bed several times with this tirade. Francis may be the King, but he still wasn't well enough to make all the decisions in Court or for France. Who better than the Queen to take over whilst the King was unwell?
"Thank you," Mary softly replied to her husband, once his mother had stormed out, reminded of her place in society. She was laying back on his chest, breathing in his scent, allowing it to calm her and relax her tense, exhausted muscles. Sleep was as foreign to her as it was firmilar to him.
"Of course," he wheezed. Mary would have worried if that wheeze was so much better than the voice he had been forced to use when he awoke the night before. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, taking comfort from the warmth of his body. "I mean," he swallowed thickly, gratefully gulping down the cold water in the goblet his wife tilted to his lips. He drained it, gulping down half a jug of water until his thirst was quenched. "you are the Queen of France just as much as I am King of Scotland. I'm going to help my country, no matter which one." he added. Mary smiled at him, kissing his cheek again.
"I love you, Francis. I can't wait until the day we can be properly together again." she stated quietly. She couldn't wait until he got better and they could get rid of the Conde and Antoine problem, maybe marry Lola off to some noble with more money than brains, effectively eliminating the Jean problem all together. Then maybe they could have a babe of their own, and finally be able to put the horrors of their past behind them once and for all.
"I love you, too, ma reine, ma lumière, mon amour."
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Heyy!
I don't hate this scene in the show by any means, but I thought I'd fix it up by removing the Monde and adding in some supportive/powerful Frary. Also eliminating the kinda stupid Catherine logic for trying to take away Mary's rightful troops to go and help their other country did feel good. I do like Catherine in the show, but I much prefer Frary. Catherine was way way way too hypocritical in my opinion, I get why she was mad at Mary at this time, but she is forgetting that she did exactly the same thing to Henry in her marriage. So she shouldn't have tried to be so rightful and prideful. So, that's why I do kinda like when Francis unravelled the illogical scheming Narciesse and Catherine did (side note, if Catherine knew how much shit Narciesse made Francis do, and the fact that Narciesse was one of the main people responsible for Mary's rape, why would she sleep with him and benefit him? I just don't get it), but I can never resist saving Frary as much as possible in these s2 fixits.
I'm thinking about rewriting the fainting scene, as well as a scene from another episode. Also, I do really wanna rewrite the claiming scene, but I do need an idea for the scene with Frary and Jean. So, if anybody wants to read a rewrite like that, give your girl a little feedback please! Lastly, I really wanna write something about Henry, since I think of him such an enigma in the show, so if you have any requests, please put them in the comments!
Love you all and hope to see you soon,
me
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