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French Court, France. 1558

Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots and France was utterly alone. Her marriage to Francis, the man who had been the love of her life, was all but dead. As inconceivable as it was, she blamed him for what had happened to her. It still haunted her. Queens did not get raped, it was an impossibility. Yet, last night, the impossible had become possible.

Mary still saw him when she closed her eyes. The man who did it - Severin. Even to speak the monster's name felt like trauma in of itself. Mary was the rightful Queen of not one, but two powerful European nations; and Severin had treated her like a common whore that he'd mounted and had his way with.

Francis had not violated her, he had not hurt her, he wasn't even there when it happened. If he was, perhaps the men would have been slaughtered on the spot. Even though Francis's absence was no fault of his, he was still absent when his presence had been most needed.

Did Mary still love Francis? She didn't even know what love was anymore. He had strung her along for so many months as his parents debated their marriage. He had rekindled passions with Olivia. He had even bedded Lola, one of her ladies-in-waiting and fathered a bastard. Although this particular failing was not his fault, there were plenty of others that were. It pained Mary to be near Francis, it reminded her that nothing would be the same. She couldn't even bear for him to be too close to her. Mary knew that it wasn't fair to lie to Francis and tell him that things could return to the way they were. That ship had sailed. She still remembered the decision she had forced upon him.

"We should lead separate lives," she insisted. "We will still work together as King and Queen, but I will be your wife in name only."

"No, I don't want to live like my parents!" Francis had argued. "I would do anything for you, Mary. I love you and I know you love me."

"And look where that love has brought us," Mary pointed out. That had more or less been the end of that conversation.


Mary was walking by herself on the castle grounds. She felt so broken and she honestly had no idea how to fix what had been broken between her and Francis. The Scottish Queen was not heading in any particular direction. She was just walking wherever her feet took her. Eventually, she found herself heading into the woods. The memories of the Pagans who used to occupy these woods were never far away. As Mary continued on her troubled stroll, she felt that the darkness was encroaching upon her. Whispers were all around, Mary couldn't make out what they were saying, but it gave her cause to worry.

"Who is there?" She asked fearfully. "I command you to show yourselves." As the whispers and fear surrounded her, Mary could not see anything around her and she felt as though her entire world had descended into darkness.

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