I DO NOT OWN REIGN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE CW. YOU SHOULD READ FINDING THE QUEEN OF SCOTS AND XMISSWHITNEYBEXX'S ONE SHOT. THIS TAKES PLACE POST 2X09. THIS IS AN AU AND THERE WILL BE CHANGES FROM CANON. MOST NOTABLY THAT CLAUDE DOES NOT END UP WITH LEITH BAYARD OR LUC NARCISSE. PEOPLE HAVE ASKED FOR THIS SEQUEL AND HERE IT IS. BY THE WAY, THE FACE CLAIM FOR BALDOIN MOREAU IS TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET. ALL OF THE OTHER FACECLAIMS ARE THE SAME AS THE SHOW.

Rouen, France. 1558.

Shawn Klaas, the Marquis of Marseille, sweltered in the heat. He leaned back in the carriage as it rode past the landscape. As he tried in vain to fan himself, he looked over at Baldoin, who was suffering similarly. Baldoin Moreau was the son of one of Shawn's kitchen maids whom the Marquis had gotten close to over the few months that he had spent in France. Baldoin had been allowed to accompany Shawn as his manservant since his primary manservant, Gaston Caron, had needed to remain in Marseille to keep peace at Shawn's estate.

"God, this heat is unbearable," Baldoin gripped as the carriage moved on.

"What I would give for cooling seats," Shawn said, joining in.

"Cooling seats?" Baldoin asked.

"Never mind; it's a Swedish thing," Shawn said dismissively. It was Shawn's go-to excuse. Whenever he made a reference to the future, he would always say that it was a custom from his native Sweden. That was the official explanation for Shawn's presence. The young Klaas was a Swede who had immigrated to France. He was barely making a living until he came upon a wounded Francis and Mary who had been attacked by savage Pagans. He had nursed the royals back to health and returned them to court where, in gratitude, Francis gave Shawn lands and his title of Marquis. Everyone seemed to buy it and no one knew of Shawn's true origins except for Francis, Mary, Francis's brother and King's Deputy: Bash De Poitiers and his wife, Lady Kenna. It had been two months since their visit to Marseille and Shawn had missed them terribly. Now, after receiving a letter from Mary, Shawn was heading back to French Court.

"We're passing through Rouen, my lord," Baldoin remarked as a large estate came into view.

"How far from French Court?" Shawn inquired.

"A few hours ride at most, we should reach Court by nightfall," Baldoin replied.

"Good," Shawn said as the galloping of horses was heard and the carriage came to a stop.

"Why have we stopped?" Shawn asked the driver.

"Apologies my Lord," the driver replied. "The local Marquis is in our way." Shawn watched as a well-dressed man rode up to his carriage on a horse. He was a strong-looking man with short brown hair and a full-on beard.

"Who do I have the privilege of addressing?" the man called out.

"Shawn Klaas, the Marquis of Marseille," he replied. "And who are you?"

"Lord Stéphane Narcisse," he replied. "The Marquis of Rouen."

"Always a pleasure to meet a fellow noble," Shawn said with a smile as his fellow noble only gave him a curious glance in return.

"Quite, what brings you through my lands?" Narcisse asked curiously.

"I'm on my way to French Court," Klaas answered. "His Majesty expects me."

"I see; well just remember that this isn't the woods anymore, Lord Marseille." Lord Narcisse replied as he leaned in close to Shawn and Baldoin.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Shawn asked, knowing full well that the Lord of Rouen was trying to intimidate him and his manservant and he refused to give this French fop the satisfaction of seeing him shiver in fear.

"It means that I have a great deal of say at court and the other nobles listen to me," Narcisse warned as he pressed his face close to the carriage. "You do not lead, you follow."

"If you say so," the young Marquis replied as he motioned his driver to press on.

"I'm glad that is over," Baldoin said with a sigh of relief as Shawn was nervous.

"Baldoin, you still have the letter that Mary sent me?" He asked as his lackey pulled the letter out of his pocket.

"I have the Queen's letter right here," the lackey replied as Shawn read it out loud.

Dear Shawn,

I pray that you are still happy in Marseille. It is with a heavy heart that I must ask you to return to court as soon as you can be spared. Circumstances have arisen, that Francis and I can no longer face alone. You are our truest friend and we beg of you to be by our side once again.

Always your friend,

Marie (Mary)

"I've been racking my brain for days about this letter and now I think I know what Mary is trying to warn us about. We're walking into an oligarchy!" Shawn exclaimed as he slapped his knee in frustration.

"Forgive me, My Lord, but what is an oligarchy?" Baldoin asked in a confused tone of voice.

"It's a system of government where a few powerful men hold the power," Shawn explained.

"Oh...then we absolutely are," Baldoin replied. "Everyone likes to think that the King's power is absolute, but the truth is that he gets his power from nobles like you who swear fealty to him. If Francis ever displeased the nobles badly enough, they could try to take him off the throne."

"A fact that this Narcisse douchebag seems to know," Shawn muttered as the carriage sped on towards the court of the French Monarchy. It was clear to the both of them now that the 2 were headed into a snake pit and would just have to survive as best they can.

WHAT WILL SHAWN AND BALDOIN FIND WHEN THEY ARRIVE AT FRENCH COURT? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.